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Hollywood is the land of the slow no.
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179911
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She seems to be demanding someone donate to her a beard. No one has gone any further with this, and the electricity of her song about beards, listing, growing more undulant, crescendos.
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179953
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"...you are a freak of nature..."
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17991410
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Oh to be young and vigorous.
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179811
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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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179872
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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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and the smiles light the way
when the wind blows the darkness
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179800
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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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179800
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"Then why? Why?" she choked. "Why are you so... so mean to me?"
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17972011
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The suite of dark rooms/
extends forever./
It’s no big deal.
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179798
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I think I remember now why people write poetry.
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1797139
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Writing as a form of imaginative hatred
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179743
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"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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17971513
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San Bruno avenue, six shops in eight blocks. Those Vietnamese ladies thrive on the pedicure trade.
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179782
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Once, when he had been married for a year, she sent him a card which said, "If you have seen a cat smoke a pipe, you have got it made." There was an illustration of a big, black panther, standing up on its hind legs, smoking what looked like a big tub of
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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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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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179600
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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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179612
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Harold’s a thinker, authors their plans. Last week he swiped six encrusted cans of Stroh’s from a faded cooler in his dad’s garage. He and LS guzzled each one in a chigger-weed patch behind the school gym, slurping and thumbing a stack of purloined
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1796148
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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.
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1796169
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If love could only by heat be bound
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179620
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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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179652
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But I still don't have my underwear in the right place.
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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1796128
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...ghosts still resentful, ghosts far from home...
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1796129
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Fax me back to South Street listening to the dumpster / trumpeter, standing like licorice in the rain, / as the fetid officers assemble for the raid
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179600
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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My grandmother didn't like fireworks much. She said they reminded her of the raids during the war, when everybody stayed in the tube tunnels at night, going in buckets and curling up on the tracks.
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