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"Then why? Why?" she choked. "Why are you so... so mean to me?"
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The suite of dark rooms/
extends forever./
It’s no big deal.
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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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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His velvet mouth, shaped perfectly to intertwine with hers, teases the space between them until its caress finds her.
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The sound of drums blared from down the street. Car horns tried to fight the sound. Mayumi and Keiko saw the size of the crowd walking past them increase.
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Both his parents saved their pent up Puritan pasts to fill his ears with brimstone clichés.
"Idle time is the devil's playground", he would tell me, scrunching up his face, stuffing it full of meat lovers pizza.
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Hollywood is the land of the slow no.
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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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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.
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Let’s play a game. I’m thinking of a word.
Do we have to?
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180111
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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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"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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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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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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and the smiles light the way
when the wind blows the darkness
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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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A wrinkled man lie atop an ivory-clad mattress, matched sheets covered his body, matched hair covered his head.
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180100
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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180153
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"...you are a freak of nature..."
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180098
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I think I remember now why people write poetry.
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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180075
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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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180010
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My only celebrity anecdote involves seeing Barbara Bush in the back of the Presidential limo ...
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1800107
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Look at her. She doesn't want to be here. The kiss and “wouldn't miss it for the world” was as empty as her crossed arms, crossed legs, and jittery foot were loaded. She attacked the foam of her latte with a tiny red straw. I wanted to scream. Complain about the…
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180080
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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.
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18001410
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Oh to be young and vigorous.
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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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Sweet Tooth needed a little snack, so he ambled on down the hall to the kitchen. He figured to make one of his patented peanut butter, potato chip, tangerine, raisin, and banana sandwiches because those things just always hit the spot. Unfortunately, when he tugged the…
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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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