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I knew I spoke out of turn when I asked my father's old friend Charlie Jobe what he thought would come of moving to the veterans' camp, or "Village of the Deranged", as the newspaper has since taken to calling it. That was their description after all the
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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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Not a fuss, not a stink,
The eulogy, deep, will make one think,
Grandmother, sat in back, will wink
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“Monetising the mecosystem” Theobald blathered, “extend the value proposition, core competencies create cash rich commitment free conurbations…partnership models proliferate non essential services spawning new opportunity…” Peregrine tried to
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"My Chi felt stimulated."
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When you encounter a body laying on the road, drive over it.
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I crave the confines of the convent
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In the Ardennes for the the first time...
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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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I have two of those hand exercisers jamming the
tray and keeping it locked in place
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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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my fingers vibrate magnetic/
a humming void/
where my brain was
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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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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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March 16, 2006 My mail, e-mail, and phone calls go from the ridiculous to the sublime. Apologies for the cliché, but I can't resist its perfect applicability: In my mailbox today yet another catalogue of boob jobs in bikinis and an invitation to explore…
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Kick your employer in the ass. Emotions are strange experiments in honesty.
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He pours another shot and says: Then I buried it in the yard. The time capsule I mean. You have to plug it in to see. I wonder if they’ll know.
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she lifted and threw her legs out the open
side front window of the speeding auto
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"Sorry, I need to confirm the results." Sal turned to Paul. "Is it true that you got stood up?"
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I thought, what are we talking about? Botox?
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He died in the ditch he dug.
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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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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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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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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.
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I looked around in my pantry but there were no sentences I felt like cooking.
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Nor woke, as always, to a dark room smelling of the lavender she kept in little bottles to perfume the otherwise stank air. Outside, she could still see the edge of the moon hanging there like a lopsided smile. The early summer wind blew in and stirred the faded floral…
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