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I was enchanted with the suppleness and intensity of her movement and slowly edged to hide myself askew from the jam as not to disturb her.
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The surface temperature of the sun is 9,800 degrees Fahrenheit.
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The villagers smash in a garage door with their heads, causing some to bleed from the ears and mouth.
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“Everything is neon, “ I say.
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I enjoyed the talking part though
rambling on and on for lord knows
why or how
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Effie reckons the river her sister keeps asking about, the Great Pee Dee, was named after some Indians.
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There is no hate in his eyes...
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can they approve, our/gods in our wallets? only/when we tell them to.
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She crossed the room to a tub in the center, the great woman with flowing locks of bronze, turning the taps until a heatless white became warm enough to bathe in. She added soap of some kind and the light became the bubbles,…
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The more indifferent he had become towards life, the more she had become towards him.
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"Some Purgatory in order, innit?"
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The last time I saw Jackson, I didn’t write down the set list. This time I didn’t write down the set list, either.
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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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It shouldn’t take that long to count/
to six but when the six are cats, arithmetic/
assumes Heisenbergian properties/
as the objects counted defy the count.
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And the ocean was black and green and blue—as your dress that clung to your body’s curve. Round as the bend of the water trailing the false line of the shore.
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the moon is the pupil of the cave’s eye
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Take shelter from the rain inside the Museum of Sex.
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I’m not the creative type like my friend Bosely, an Irish Setter. I’m a traditionalist. I like to eat exactly at 8:30 a.m. and 6 p.m. I take my bone with me everywhere I go. I will not carry the poop-bag.
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you are the most uptight pansy I have ever met
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We flew./
In my dreams, I can fly.
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I took up smoking just to show the world how easy it was to quit. It’s been five months now, and my wife is wondering why I haven’t yet.
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What's that snitch doin' here?
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Joseph K. ran a publishing house in the shadow of the Castle.
Perhaps “publishing house” is too grand a title. Joseph K. kept a battery of six or seven (depending on repairs) manual typewriters, a crate of carbon paper, and a large stapling machine
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Be it a moment of zen, an epiphany, a vision, or even an ill-tempered chinese food inflicted dream, I've seen what's been shrouded carefully behind you… ahead of me.
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By: Roz Warren (and Janet Golden)I'm a humor writer. My work appears in publications from The Funny Times to The New York Times. Janet is a history professor whose writing was confined to academic journals and the occasional op-ed. Driving back from the Jersey shore one…
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You could hear her coming from a long way off
as she kept trying to catch her breath,
like she was getting the fun rattled out of her bones.
But it was laughter, laughter that kept on
filling up her belly from the inside,
and she was having tr
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my fingers vibrate magnetic/
a humming void/
where my brain was
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