1698 15 5
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I thought, what are we talking about? Botox?
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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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169800
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I have two of those hand exercisers jamming the
tray and keeping it locked in place
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169784
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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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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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169732
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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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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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169723
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① / empty space / not black / not white / not noise / blanck
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169700
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...Loves and fights and retires; / And dies.
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169700
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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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169775
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When you encounter a body laying on the road, drive over it.
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1697149
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I crave the confines of the convent
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169773
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16971511
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In the Ardennes for the the first time...
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169798
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169796
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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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169687
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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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169631
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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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16961310
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Uncounted hens and piglets/
die at my demand. The killing floor//
runs red for me. I am/
monstrous to creatures small and great,
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169695
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I follow what pulls me forward.
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169645
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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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1696137
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That year, if you asked Al, was truly the best of times, the worst of times.
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169656
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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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169666
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169600
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Her hair’s the color of LA at night
On such occasions when the Santa Anas
Have left the hills bone-dry and burning bright
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169697
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169644
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Kick your employer in the ass. Emotions are strange experiments in honesty.
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169663
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If he had not just decapitated a chicken, he was a man I could have loved.
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169621
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Two days before Christmas 1946, my mother put me on an Illinois Central railroad train at the whistle stop of Neoga, Illinois.
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169621
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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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