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You may think you've tasted envy, but yours was just a sour sip of wine at a civilized wine-tasting. Mine is bottom-shelf, well-brand gin in a biker bar with miss-the-urinal piss stains on the floor.
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// opening act: van featuring balloon featuring drugs
// headliner: lubv ya babe
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My mother saw the Devil everywhere, even in my dance teacher, with his black leotards and chest hair like bean sprouts. "You're flamingos," he'd say in class when we balanced on one foot; when we lept into the air, "Now you're panthers!" I pictured him in a dark robe,…
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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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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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Biscuits and gravy. I'm off today, I'm lazy.
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One by one our friends are kicking the bucket. Let's get together. It's now or never, we figure.
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In the beginning was the Word and the Word was God. What on Earth does that mean? What the hell? Earth, hell, heaven, they were good concepts. He took a rib out of Adam and began to write with it.
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There won't be dancing, anymore. That isn't true, that can't be true; but there is no floor to dance on, you know?
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"Did I have a dream, or did the dream have me?" - Rush, "Nocturne"
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Flames dance behind glass
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You enter the lobby of the office building tentatively at first - you're a little nervous about this interview, after all - but you recall how spectacular and professional you dressed that morning. Plus you read through the company's LinkedIn profile at least five times…
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Linus had it right with the security blanket he held like a beloved pet swan. Geneva had it all wrong with a pastel-colored music box, painted with impressionist-styled daisies and tied up in gold-ribbed pink bow. But it had come from her grandmother. Her
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I crave the confines of the convent
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The water rolls gently this evening, barely touching my toes before retreating. The tide has been going out for over an hour and already there are several victims – crustaceans, spider crabs, minnows.
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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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Parsimony, Sage Advice, Alimony, and Time.
That would be one.
The Waste Land. The Hollow Men. The Red Wheelbarrow.
There are others,
But I have definite shoe anxiety dreams and can’t get over them.
Do not Go Gently Into That Good Night. Alone
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Jenny knew never to mistake sex for love. Jenny's mother, who couldn’t stand the way her latest lover looked at her daughter, gave Jenny to the Department of Human Services, where Jenny celebrated her twelfth birthday as a ward of the State of Arkansas. J
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Your mother is a great and dying bird. Once, she tended her grand feathered nest. Once, she preened.
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We flew./
In my dreams, I can fly.
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At the third or fourth discotheque I drink so much I accidentally find myself happy.
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Afterward, at the motel, I asked her why she liked sex so much, and she said she liked the taste.
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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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Abominables do roam the earth; I know it.
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Jesus came strolling
by in his sandally Jesus foot sandals.
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I have two of those hand exercisers jamming the
tray and keeping it locked in place
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I have committed to nothing. Therefore I have committed to something. The first sentence is now moot, and this story will eat itself.
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The money stank on the table. Money is dirty she said, one of the dirtiest things. So many people touch it. This pile of brine would not explain its reek, only demanded that we accepted its stench as requisite. It had to have been the cash that stank, prior to its arrival…
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