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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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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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She looks exactly like my sister, though I do not have a sister.
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He lost his patience and began ranting and raving, angry that he had to come home every night and feel like he was being smothered by a pillow. “I can’t make it stop,” she said. “I can’t make myself stop feeling this way.”
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The man next to me on the Shinkansen from Tokyo to Kyoto makes me think of the smokers I’ve kissed.
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She served him pie she knew was ruined.
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The villagers smash in a garage door with their heads, causing some to bleed from the ears and mouth.
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Brazilian girls yammer
with their book bags
up against my leg.
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Valentine Dayso excitingit means he really loves herwhat will he bringshe waitshe comes home with a hang dogexpression on his faceher valentine was leftat the gambling table
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After Jonesy entered the bear habitat, he walked up to the biggest bear in the group and punched it square in the nose. The bear was visibly startled. I mean, bears don’t get punched that often. And there’s a reason: bears are ferocious animals.
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A little contempuous aside by the critical theorist guy, Frederick Jameson-- that it was logically absurd to call anything that human beings do, produce or effect “unnatural,”-- has brought forth the following. We are…
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“Why do you write filth?” they howl
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What in the name of God’s green earth does this say? “Chifferobe if you can of Aztec in coffee can”?
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Talk To the Bionic Hand
“Scientists have discovered how to program intention into a bionic hand so that it will react to impulses from the brain like a normal hand”
Man found being choked by his own out-of-control bionic hand
after han
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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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Falling Water almost fell./
12 million dollars later//
it will splay itself a little longer
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My mother's afraid the dog will drown. It's raining and our street is flooding and the dog is standing on top of his doghouse. My mother is pregnant. I can stand beneath her stomach and not even see her face. I watch her from the kitchen window. She's shoeless. She holds…
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There is an empty space,
between every note in rock 'n' roll,
where they have buried John Bonham,
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Henry and I had met at the hospital. He'd been forty years my senior, but we'd been in for precisely the same reason: kidney stones.
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You enter the lobby of the office building tentatively at first - you're a little nervous about this interview, after all - but you recall how spectacular and professional you dressed that morning. Plus you read through the company's LinkedIn profile at least five times…
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The ghosts run before/
attacking horsemen. A heart/
is ruptured by a spear.
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Can’t you do anything right?
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[TURN-ONS: willingness. TURN-OFFS: rejection.]
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Long, elegant, with a touch of arch,
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Frowning, loosening a purple tie, Tony pushed through the golden revolving doors of a skyscraper. He drifted into the crowded midtown street as if in a daze. He was roused to his senses as his cell phone sent out the melody of his wedding song.
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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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This is a lady who never got a break.
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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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I thought the Ferris wheel was dumb. All it did was give you a high altitude view of the little Minnesota town where I had grown up.
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He remembered waking up on those lazy summer days hearing the sad song of mourning doves.
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