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Mosaics are a trick of the eye, seeming
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I visited the grave of Rimbaud. / It was pale blue
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"when I say bag, what I mean to say is…"
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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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Our Core Values define evil as the concealment of information. And those who conceal information are evil.
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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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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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All I wanted was to love her.
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oh, sure i’m still running around like a heads-up/off/prophet/profit/fit trying to cut off my very own de/(con)instruction and all other sordid a•void•able & available/a-Babel towers of post &toastmodern doom/daze
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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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① / empty space / not black / not white / not noise / blanck
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the swan drives a car ( window down; wing half hanging out ) …
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Sometimes he could feel so small he believed he could fit through the eye of a needle.
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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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We love the sparkling, speckless, spotless, spic-n-span, sanitary.
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I have two of those hand exercisers jamming the
tray and keeping it locked in place
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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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He hiked the hills of her condition
She biked the path of his delight
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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.
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That year, if you asked Al, was truly the best of times, the worst of times.
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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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Flash’s hackles stood brushlike but he kept his head bowed just enough beneath the bigger dog’s stare to delay the inevitable fight. Flash, Mal thought approvingly, would pick the time and place.
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It was not that he was boring – it’s just that he needed a lot of encouragement. When he came, he whispered to himself, ‘ohgodohgodohgod’ - like it was something to be ashamed of, to be sorry for. I wanted to hold him close against me but I also n
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...Loves and fights and retires; / And dies.
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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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"Sorry, I need to confirm the results." Sal turned to Paul. "Is it true that you got stood up?"
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I thought, what are we talking about? Botox?
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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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