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published in The Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review.
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Uh oh, the dry cleaning ticket
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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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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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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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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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At the third or fourth discotheque I drink so much I accidentally find myself happy.
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"Did I have a dream, or did the dream have me?" - Rush, "Nocturne"
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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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Flames dance behind glass
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I started walking around the Jube like any other sheep, lemming, or penguin: passing plate glass windows, one after another.
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I crave the confines of the convent
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Jesus came strolling
by in his sandally Jesus foot sandals.
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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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That dog again; enduring love.
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fate is an illusion we use to ease the terror of our mortality
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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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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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I travel over your body with small feet,
reach your heart.
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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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Kick your employer in the ass. Emotions are strange experiments in honesty.
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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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They were all sitting naked in a sauna and drinking Diet Coke, with droopy ball sacks and sweat rolling over massive man titties and paunches. Yahweh sat on an upper bench, wearing dark goggles to protect his eyes from the brightness of his own still radi
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I have two of those hand exercisers jamming the
tray and keeping it locked in place
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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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Biscuits and gravy. I'm off today, I'm lazy.
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