1804 4 4
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The last of your tenuous septum dissolves when you press the nozzle of the neti pot against it.
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180432
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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180422
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I built the fence myself, strong and high and aesthetically pleasing. It was high enough to provide privacy on both sides, but from my bedroom balcony I could see everything. More than I wanted to see.
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1804148
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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.
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18041210
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Lucy looked up, smiled and said mine had a head that looked like a mushroom. I suppose she was right. We were sitting on the floor drawing naked bodies for our anatomy lesson and teasing each other about our lack of drawing talent. We were new friends, having met when…
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180471
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I’m in high leather boots; I’m talking many dead cows here and I respect that
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180400
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The day I met Griffin Burns was the worst day of my adult life. However, it wasn't a series of unfortunate events, one mistake which followed an unlucky break which followed a bad situation; nothing …
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18041414
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A wrinkled man lie atop an ivory-clad mattress, matched sheets covered his body, matched hair covered his head.
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180421
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Hollywood is the land of the slow no.
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180400
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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180400
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"Then why? Why?" she choked. "Why are you so... so mean to me?"
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1803127
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The fish would need a name, but she didn’t know how to tell if it was a boy or a girl. Did fish have penises?
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180311
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Paul had come to Hawaii, like many young haoles from the mainland, to party. Partying proved to be lucrative for him. By early October 1982 he had done well for himself in Hawaii, living in a country house with sprawling lawns that held back the jungle foliage…
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180320
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His velvet mouth, shaped perfectly to intertwine with hers, teases the space between them until its caress finds her.
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180353
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My sweet baby angel has baby hair Baby angel has a golden cross lit looking at the crystal pig and kind mare The drowning unicorn comes from the waves in fits. My sweet baby angel has baby talkBaby angel has a diamond shape scarburied heart shaped…
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180276
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Clear as my conscience may be, you still haunt me as the brown settles to black
sit there and recommence as if nothing had ever happened, your hands conducting the orchestra of your purity.
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18022210
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Let’s play a game. I’m thinking of a word.
Do we have to?
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180243
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"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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180200
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The museum’s catalog description changed much less than the painting over those years. He wasn’t curator-in-chief of catalog descriptions, however, that task went to a curator arriving by another door.
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180221
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Back in the sixties, I chanced upon a list of books. That’s right. Sifting a black garbage bin, I found the long lost canon. Seizing the moment, I snatched the list, and cradled it in my palms. I felt proud and patriotic for saving such a noble list f
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18021811
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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180275
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words have their own ancestors,/deeds are commanded by their own lords./
knowledge and thought do not make me understand—/no surprise, then, that I am not understood.
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180264
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And she warms her hands on fresh-cut gizzards, And he forgets the taste of honeyed peaches
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180253
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"...you are a freak of nature..."
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18021410
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Oh to be young and vigorous.
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18012114
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Walking to class, Paula routinely fishes around in her purse to be sure the condom she thinks of as a close friend, even naming it Rhonda, is in there to help her avoid a pregnancy yet, even so, Paula admits that sometimes she daydreams in that boring economics class,…
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180100
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...dogs snapping at the brush as it spins this way, that way, eluding the slavering jaws by a hairs breadth. The fox twists and rolls, tries every trick, every last desperate one.
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180198
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I think I remember now why people write poetry.
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180152
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But I still don't have my underwear in the right place.
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The guy stretches out his arm as he rounds up the herd of ducks that only want to bob. He pulls down his sleeve over a heart tattoo, faded from being seen so many times. It’s a skinny sort of heart tattoo, an askew heart from where I stand, an arrow fro
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