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① / empty space / not black / not white / not noise / blanck
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1699149
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I crave the confines of the convent
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169998
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169996
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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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169900
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I have two of those hand exercisers jamming the
tray and keeping it locked in place
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169964
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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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16991616
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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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169932
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my fingers vibrate magnetic/
a humming void/
where my brain was
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169884
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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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169831
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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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16981816
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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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169897
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169844
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Kick your employer in the ass. Emotions are strange experiments in honesty.
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169800
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...Loves and fights and retires; / And dies.
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169866
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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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169800
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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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1698155
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I thought, what are we talking about? Botox?
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169875
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When you encounter a body laying on the road, drive over it.
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169873
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169887
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He died in the ditch he dug.
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169800
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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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169787
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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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169721
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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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1697126
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I looked around in my pantry but there were no sentences I felt like cooking.
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169765
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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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169756
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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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169766
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1697148
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She parks the car and trudges insidefor her daily visithoping that the new rouge hidesthe old tears.Five years now she has been comingto see himHe looks nothing like the pictures toanyone but her.They say she should go homeand rest, relaxShe doesn't know how…
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169763
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If he had not just decapitated a chicken, he was a man I could have loved.
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169762
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Mark dressed the velvet red Stetson,
too big for his head,
like a dandy.
A six year old savior
with fringe on his pockets
flapping as he, the ‘Judas horse’
led me ’round back
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