1310 7 6
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“Now we lay you in your grave
There was no way you could be saved
You hate our lord Jesus and he can tell
Which is why you will burn in hell.”
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131099
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At this stage of the game you don't even matter enough to have an asshole.
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13101410
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The smart drivers know the signs/
and the back street ways around the wreck.
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131000
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Solomon just makes people leak. Literally.
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131065
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I wake up on the edge of the mattress, teetering. The dog is looking at me funny.
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131085
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Inspired by my last writers' workshop, where encouragement is key.
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131041
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fated and cruel, a person I don't love
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131072
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I must have been six years old at that time, but the events of…
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131050
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In a hot splattering we were born
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1309108
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I bit her ear and /
it was burnt toast
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130932
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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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130931
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“Can't you tell when I get lonely?”, she asks. “No”, I say. It gets awkward because she wants me to know when she gets lonely. I don't give her the attention she wants without realizing it. She moves away and stares at me for…
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13091313
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Let's walk through this park. We can talk until dark. You have the look of a wolf. I'm not stupid, Jack. I'm a lamb, you'll see, once you get to know me. That tat is fierce and your leathers tight black. My ink is old and black suits me, I'm told. …
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130952
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“You done done sumpin’,” the old man guessed, “Sumpin’ bad...”
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1309117
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On the bank of the stream, we take off our clothes and dash into the water.
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130911
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Route 346 is the way Pop drove to Troy long after everybody else took Route 2. Today Charlie and I drive in the opposite direction. Back then, Pop drove us to Troy on Route 346 on Sunday afternoons with the car windows…
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13091210
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Later I asked Mark if he wanted to watch, but his wife wouldn’t let him. She didn’t like kinky stuff, she said.
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130931
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"seventy five degrees longitude
submerged
in holy rivers
out of my mind emerge
anointed paramahamsas"
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130977
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...I had a string of Sunday School medals that knighted me a warrior for Jesus Christ of Nazareth...
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130931
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The blackout lasted longer than anyone thought. From my fifth story window, the whole city seemed to shut down. I heard noises above me. How could it be?
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130821
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“They say she lives alone out there.” “What, like out in the woods?” “Not like way back in a cabin or anything, but in a little house out there off the road. I'm not even sure she has a car.” “What, does she…
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130844
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A man jumped off the High Level Bridge this morning.
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13081311
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It’s been a series of bad clams
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130830
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I was crouched under a bruise-purple sky on a field of battle. I held a World War I-era weapon, an ancient black-iron spear with a spring, and I was told to load balloons onto it without popping them, and then I was to fire the balloons at some unnamed ta
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130800
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I found him dead underneath a sycamore tree. I knew it was a sycamore tree because of all the acorns surrounding the body.
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1308127
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Val walks through the world, absorbed in the day to day. A plainspoken narrator drones on in his mind. The nondescript voice marks time to the beat of Val's banal footfall, hums along with the whir of Val's modest, midsize sedan. The narration is loudest in the twilight…
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1308209
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feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
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130862
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he told me to be careful,my feet may bleedI watched him walk up and down the path,occasionally bendingwhy?carpenter nails, pieces of broken shinglesall along the pathnow I know why
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130832
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A delicate thrill buzzed my face.
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