1754 5 5
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Is it you with that fucking gold and platinum yacht?!?
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17541813
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Taken by agents of the United States of America, Felix Six-Killer grows up at the Carlisle Indian School near Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love. His hair is cut and oiled. His shirts are starched and creased. For months he is startled to find himself seated for…
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175482
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Entering that darkroom is like slipping through the barrel of a rifle.
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175462
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"What the fuck are you looking at, Carl?" She snaps, turning her head toward me as the truck edges off the road and into a field of tobacco, into those broad green leaves of ancient sacristy and modern ablution. This is not a blissful kind of field. It is not full…
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175444
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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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1754102
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She was about 35 or so and noticeably pregnant. She was near hysteria when she knocked on our apartment door, right across the street in L.A. from a convent. But she took one last desperate wild look at me, standing at the door. I saw the animal in her ey
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175400
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When he suggested to her that they make a sex tape, because that’s what everyone was doing, she wasn’t really surprised. And there was a truly repugnant part of it that fit in with her desire for moral self-flagellation.
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175410
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My only celebrity anecdote involves seeing Barbara Bush in the back of the Presidential limo ...
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1754105
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As a boy I fished under the Tappan Zee bridge which spans the Hudson River above New York City.
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1753168
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Their specialty is the roasted Australian hare, long ears intact, arranged on a bed of sassafras.
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175352
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We lay in what we have made, minute fleshy bullets in the target we have made.
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175371
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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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175300
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Not long ago, Owen the Second showed her a skull. He kept it in a brown cardboard box in the top of the closet. "My first wife," he said, and sneered, his lip bunching up around a scar just under his nose.
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175320
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As it turns out, hypertravel is surprisingly slimming.
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175397
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They rise up, a sullen, sorrowful/
army of reproach, staring,//
stone-faced but eyed with fire.
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175363
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My fingers are shining
in the underwater afterlife of memory
searching for the nipple-sized mollusks
searching for the solid nature of things
left over from having lived a life
at all
That new rain smell, specifically
I remember that,
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175398
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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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175233
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Her whole life was lived between high tide and low tide, moments of giggling grandeur and moments of sheer emptiness.
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175296
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A horizon shrinks a burden until it’s a seagull getting fat off vinegar fries. I’m in love with the way your mouth moves when you aren’t talking. When it fills with salt.
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175221
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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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1752179
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watch/
the second hand sweep
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1752169
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If love could only by heat be bound
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1752139
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Writing as a form of imaginative hatred
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17522011
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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17521811
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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17521414
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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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175232
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She looks exactly like my sister, though I do not have a sister.
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175200
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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175210
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You're stupid drunk. And not feeling so good. You know you should stop doing this. But what else is there to do, especially since your brother went in? And now Roberto's gone to pick up his lady and left you alone, empty. Couldn't even drive you home. You don't…
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175185
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I'll never be a Republican Megadonor or a Doomed Aviatrix. But I'm okay with that.
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