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One night he woke up with Underdog laying next to him, breathing softly. He marveled at how fiction could make reality so much better.
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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Each drip off the corrugated plastic sheeting made a tinny sound that he could hear from deep within the damp sleeping bag and layers of blankets where he was trying to sleep.
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That dog again; enduring love.
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There won't be dancing, anymore. That isn't true, that can't be true; but there is no floor to dance on, you know?
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"Did I have a dream, or did the dream have me?" - Rush, "Nocturne"
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Afterward, at the motel, I asked her why she liked sex so much, and she said she liked the taste.
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Kick your employer in the ass. Emotions are strange experiments in honesty.
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Mosaics are a trick of the eye, seeming
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Linus had it right with the security blanket he held like a beloved pet swan. Geneva had it all wrong with a pastel-colored music box, painted with impressionist-styled daisies and tied up in gold-ribbed pink bow. But it had come from her grandmother. Her
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I crave the confines of the convent
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“It felt like the space under my skin had been filled with desert sand. I did not open my eyes for my body was covered with the dust. A camel could have walked over me and not noticed. I needed to wipe my eyes before I could open them and my body was froz
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You may think you've tasted envy, but yours was just a sour sip of wine at a civilized wine-tasting. Mine is bottom-shelf, well-brand gin in a biker bar with miss-the-urinal piss stains on the floor.
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Parsimony, Sage Advice, Alimony, and Time.
That would be one.
The Waste Land. The Hollow Men. The Red Wheelbarrow.
There are others,
But I have definite shoe anxiety dreams and can’t get over them.
Do not Go Gently Into That Good Night. Alone
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I have committed to nothing. Therefore I have committed to something. The first sentence is now moot, and this story will eat itself.
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Biscuits and gravy. I'm off today, I'm lazy.
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fate is an illusion we use to ease the terror of our mortality
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Your mother is a great and dying bird. Once, she tended her grand feathered nest. Once, she preened.
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In the beginning was the Word and the Word was God. What on Earth does that mean? What the hell? Earth, hell, heaven, they were good concepts. He took a rib out of Adam and began to write with it.
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so I tighten hands with my castaway and say/you failed to impress in your folded peacock dress
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Flames dance behind glass
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Sir Reginald Lionel Windsworth described the match in Englishmen's Lahore Gazette as, "A plethora of mistakes and complete absence of human sense."
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The water rolls gently this evening, barely touching my toes before retreating. The tide has been going out for over an hour and already there are several victims – crustaceans, spider crabs, minnows.
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They were all sitting naked in a sauna and drinking Diet Coke, with droopy ball sacks and sweat rolling over massive man titties and paunches. Yahweh sat on an upper bench, wearing dark goggles to protect his eyes from the brightness of his own still radi
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I have two of those hand exercisers jamming the
tray and keeping it locked in place
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The house had to be clean - I mean thorough-clean - when he got home from the pit for his tea, or he’d throw his plate at the wall and the gravy would run down onto the carpet. There was always gravy.
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The money stank on the table. Money is dirty she said, one of the dirtiest things. So many people touch it. This pile of brine would not explain its reek, only demanded that we accepted its stench as requisite. It had to have been the cash that stank, prior to its arrival…
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I have always admired flat-chested women.
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Justin comes out of the bathroom, finally erect, his hands glistening with K-Y jelly as he chucks the girlie mag into a corner. “I'm ready.” Through the afternoon's soft-filtered light, Kelly watches him climb on top of her and thinks of…
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