1719 6 4
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You're thinking I don't have a conscience, right? I'm asking you.
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171985
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Twice burned, it buries its graves.
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171900
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We dig up conscience-tunnels, pluck the play-flower of present choice for fun, run aground, past this dimly lit, though not to be underestimated, stage, and open door upon empty door, to nothing, for the lights are a pulse flickering in the perceptual per
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171933
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I thought about how chocolate or an hour massage, can almost trump sex. Then, I bought a chocolate bar and ate it all, without consulting the serving size. It was dark chocolate, 82%, worth it in the short term--- mmmm.
I thought about getting stoned.
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17182011
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The suite of dark rooms/
extends forever./
It’s no big deal.
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171810
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[He] practiced aromatherapy and licentiousness, in no particular order.
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171800
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And there sat one man. Searching for words and solace. The silence returned and the colors peeled off from the walls. Darkness returned with fledgling light. He threw back his head and filled the emptiness with his laugh. He laughed in mirth and in misery
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171810
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Leda looks back over her shoulder at us as the swan
grips her from behind while at the same time nipping at
the nape of her neck. She's a freckled child and
a little frightened. There's a dark smudge beneath her eye
where the shadow runs. The swan
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171820
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As it turns out, hypertravel is surprisingly slimming.
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171843
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After dinner, I looked forward to taking a shower and cleansing myself of the day’s mishap. Cher had other plans.As I left the bathroom, Cher nipped me in the butt, taking my towel, skin, and blood with her. I remember writhing on the floor outside my sis
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17182213
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Only scotch and cheap champagne/
retain their reliable flavors.
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171897
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They rise up, a sullen, sorrowful/
army of reproach, staring,//
stone-faced but eyed with fire.
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171811
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I don’t personally know any models—let alone any supermodels—at this point in my life but some years back my father, who was working for the Woolite Corporation, was in charge of hiring models for them.
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17181211
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171887
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the steady, persistent work of beauty
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171811
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171898
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All were part of the household of Court Astronomer Tycho Brahe (1546-1601)
who lost his nose in a duel as a student
and went through life thereafter wearing a gold prosthetic one instead
and who met and fell in love with a commoner who bore him eigh
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171853
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"...you are a freak of nature..."
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171776
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Scavenge at that address only if you feel possessed of great courage, a profound faith in resurrection or reincarnation, or an impatient desire for a premature date with certain death.
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17171611
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I don't know how long I was down on the curb. When I came around it took several minutes to realize that it wasn't the moon overhead at all but a street light and the sticky feeling stuff I was lying in was, yeah, my blood. And the hand on my shoulder wasn't hers. I…
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171733
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Everyone was shocked when they heard Tinkerbelle was six days gone and had got so heavy she couldn't fly. Who could have done it, everyone asked, but Tinkerbelle wasn't telling. So no one knew. That isn't true. I knew, and in this Declaration I swear I will tell…
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171743
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"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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171765
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There’s a hole in my sock, just large enough that my big toe keeps slipping out.
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1717147
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171743
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He’d tossed and turned all night, pondering what to do, afraid she was living alone. He’d decided to email her two words: “Love you” and signed it “Scary Sal,” as she’d always seemed so afraid of him.
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171700
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I blinked the darkness out of my eyes and saw the man again; I could smell his breath. Just like dad’s. I must have fallen asleep. My eyes felt so heavy. I was cold. Why was I cold?
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171765
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171732
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She looks exactly like my sister, though I do not have a sister.
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171721
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My music teacher, Luigi Biagi, told me that he was done with me. He said it was time I moved on to more specialized teachers. Since my passion was composing and arranging, he recommended Al Fine.
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171622
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I remember thinking the seasons are arriving later every year,
as if the world has been slowed by the weight of graves.
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