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170363
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After work and wine, I Take some red food coloring and empty it Into my bath water. I submerge myself and open my eyes Like looking backwards at the world through A liquid sunset. I push myself under water, squeaking Feet…
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170323
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① / empty space / not black / not white / not noise / blanck
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170386
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the swan drives a car ( window down; wing half hanging out ) …
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170375
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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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170332
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We love the sparkling, speckless, spotless, spic-n-span, sanitary.
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170373
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170284
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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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1702148
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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.
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1702126
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I looked around in my pantry but there were no sentences I felt like cooking.
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170245
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On Soapography, two actresses are discussing
everyone’s personal heaven, and in another room
you can hear a woman who is your dead mother
combing her hair in a doctor’s smock in a dream,
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170233
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They came early and parked up, under cover of the night and the giant oak. I only know this because people told me afterwards. Watching us, they were. It was six o'clock before they smashed their way in, scaring the three of us out of our wits. Baby Billy screamed the place…
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17021920
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It was a pleasant time, my thoughts were mostly good ones, with little effort wasted on regret.
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170266
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170299
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Our Irish tradition is rich in Yeats, drenched in Bushmills.
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170275
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When you encounter a body laying on the road, drive over it.
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1702149
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I crave the confines of the convent
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170221
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Miriam forced herself to focus on the kitchen door and on putting one foot in front of the other.
“Is everything alright?” she heard Ada ask the family.
“Of course, everything is fine,” the woman said. “What could be wrong other than the impossible serv
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170200
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woke up to the sound of a diesel
looked out the window to see i’m not home
outta bed to see if you had called
not a damn thing on my phone
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170200
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Do not listen to Christmas music out of season. Unless of course you want to ruin Christmas music. Forever.
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170296
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he knows that his wife knows. she can smell the adverbs on his tongue in the mornings. but he cannot get through another evening in that house without consonants.
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170264
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It was a lover’s dark. They had been talking for hours when daylight lost interest and had gone elsewhere for sport.
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17021616
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She’s witnessed her mother’s terror on the day of the hurricane, and she demanded for the first time in her life that her mother do something her mother did not want to do.
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170222
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Our Core Values define evil as the concealment of information. And those who conceal information are evil.
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170200
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Lulu Petite was sitting in a lounge chair by the side of the pool when she heard the man splash into the water, almost unnoticed by the guests milling around the backyard of the palatial estate. Everybody, seemingly, was involved in a balancing act of one
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170232
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my fingers vibrate magnetic/
a humming void/
where my brain was
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170187
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Co-workers have started calling him Jesus, Manson, Foghat, Doobie Brother, hippie, hipster, Grizzly Adams, Dude Lebowski... there’s really no end to it.
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170131
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Her dress swirled around her as she stepped into the ballroom, looking every bit as sultry as her recent Playboy cover...
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170140
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I’m not the creative type like my friend Bosely, an Irish Setter. I’m a traditionalist. I like to eat exactly at 8:30 a.m. and 6 p.m. I take my bone with me everywhere I go. I will not carry the poop-bag.
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170156
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in our teens as tough as the cold/we wore denim and flannel with our boots/kicking at whichever wind blew . . .
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