1720 6 6
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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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172087
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"There are many dark places;but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater."--J.R.R. Tolkien If the love never came you must have been Dragging your feet. If the hatred carved your…
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17201911
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I'm just a rental dog myself
looking for the guardian of starlight
peeing on the expired parking meters
and barking up all the wrong trees.
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172065
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She used her right breast. Lifted it to her chin, aimed at the can, and shoved it down as hard as she could.
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1720106
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Rarely is Quay Street so clean,
Monday in rain,
Neactain’s ticking over with
Slow jazz and crosswords,
Stout and steaming anoraks.
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171954
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It turns out I know a thing or two about momentum. I know, I know. Like the crescendo of your bicycle wheels. Like the force the florist put on the stems the day Linda died. The way my fingers spin between planetary mass. This is how I know I’m not real
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171900
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Dreams will show you a life that might or might not be yours, but you better believe that they've got to serve when you're asked to come up with a story."--Frank Baron, the night he made bail and left town1. First Blood in Dreams Long Ago The…
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1719113
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“Your husband is an asshole, isn’t he?” he asks.
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1719109
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1719108
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That's demeaning enough, but not as hard to take as the customers. They're all jaded hipsters, thumb diddling smartphone freaks, pretending their online interactions actually count as relationships and that “tweets” are real conversations. It's sad, reall
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171942
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Take shelter from the rain inside the Museum of Sex.
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171944
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The only silver lining? The man in my life and I are in this together.
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171932
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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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1719117
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On his knees
he divinates diverging lines
with belly laughs he levitates
the rebel spheres into geodes .
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1719109
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Mosaics are a trick of the eye, seeming
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171921
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Judith was a bed wetter. Judith was a first-year college student and she was embarrassed that she wet the bed.
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171985
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When the cab dropped Frank at his address at seven that evening, he noticed the lights were on in Michiko’s apartment.
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171921
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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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171997
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You could hear her coming from a long way off
as she kept trying to catch her breath,
like she was getting the fun rattled out of her bones.
But it was laughter, laughter that kept on
filling up her belly from the inside,
and she was having tr
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171910
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Sophie hoped that Ryan would just stay in the bathroom and never come out. Her stomach turned just thinking about him, but wealthy nerds were easier to work than wealthy regular guys. No self-esteem, no experience with women…no problem.
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1718199
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I know this: the sky is vast here//
and the sun unforgiving/
to any architecture not the best
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171800
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“We’re starting to get into weather control,” Mark said.
“Can you really do that?” Rachel asked, trying to sound supportive and not skeptical.
“There are people out on the west coast in Seattle, who’ve been experimenting with it,” Mark said.
“Bec
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1718209
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feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
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171821
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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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17182010
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I invited Van Gogh over for some drinks and a chat. I'm talking about Vincent.
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171811
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i killed a poetic boy yesterday. the old ladies in theshadows swore at him when he was walking home proud ashell with a new pocketknife. they told him we dienext week so laugh like you got limes for balls. hecalled them drippy old vultures in his native tongue.they didn't…
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171811
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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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171800
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"Did I have a dream, or did the dream have me?" - Rush, "Nocturne"
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171866
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171863
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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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