1711 6 5
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This is the world of an urgent art,
the room silent, except for the constant
sound of the camera.
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171100
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It was where the “Suits” worked. I didn’t want to go there, I didn’t want to be there, but in those days one did what one was supposed to do.
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171155
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The first time Momma shows me a demon is during revival week at church.
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171100
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We all ran out of the house into the communal garden without fences. There stood Von Rotten with a smoking rifle in his hands, and our mascot Digger lying on his side, limp. We all looked at each other in disbelief.
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171154
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When we were young and small we played in the orchard. Mom made apple pies and fried apples, caramel apples and apple sauce, apple cider. Grandma’s apple butter recipe.
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171022
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I began to feed him. All the things I could think of - horror movies, cheese, salt, pickles, chilli. Vitamin B6 tablets washed down with warm milk. Anything I could do to grow little nightmares for my new pet.
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1710109
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Take a bird down from the sky, just for a moment, it endears you to me. Find a raindrop in the pouring rain, it is a jewel beyond compare, unless you Are directly in possession of it. Drop it. There is a star that I cannot help seeing In the…
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171052
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All is Ready I have bathed in patchouli oil and my hair gleams, lustrous with brushing. I am wearing my gold ankle bracelets with the ruby charms that my love gave me when we had been married one year. My robe is fuschia silk and under it I wear…
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171041
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Hers or mine?
You figure it out, jackass.
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1710114
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I have an appointment set for the day after next; you said you thought you might be firing blanks and then I feel a kick into my chest—two kicks, three, seven at least—my cat is going crazy at the stinky tom outside the window and the birds are waking, sc
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171032
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"Pull around," Rachel says. "Pull around him, dammit."
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171000
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What's the protocol for telling people your spouse has cancer? How do you tell your son, your friends, your co-workers? How do you tell your mother? How do you tell her mother?
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171086
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I haven’t read many of them, these poets
that they speak of – Whitman and his Leaves
Of Grass, Mary Oliver and her wild life
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1710117
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... he led what might be called a quiet life
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171000
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Do not listen to Christmas music out of season. Unless of course you want to ruin Christmas music. Forever.
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17091112
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The shop is swarming with little women.
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170999
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People usually take fonts for granted.
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170922
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The old man had always known things, was feared and revered up and down the valley for knowing things. I’d heard the stories since the day I was born.
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17091312
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// opening act: van featuring balloon featuring drugs
// headliner: lubv ya babe
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170996
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Hey, how are you? she squeaked.
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17091614
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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17091812
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However did we make it this far/
without murdering one another
as the other sleeps
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170995
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Burren-grey, the sky through sky lights
is cigarette ash smashed across July.
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170921
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he took me hostage as I came out the door.
Nelson took me hostage and we went back to his parents' house. They were gone crappie fishing so I had to spend the whole weekend alone with him. I didn't have anything lined up for Saturday night, so it wasn'
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170932
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They looked like girl’s jeans. Matt held them against himself in the mirror. Not that girl’s jeans were a mark against them. Usually, girls had better jeans anyway. Matt took two of the biggest pairs out of the big chest in his grandmother’s back closet.
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1709109
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Growing up in Mississippi meant growing up in a “dry” State which it was until 1966. Dry State meant selling alcoholic beverages, except for beer, is illegal. Period. By period I mean there was no distinction between selling whiskey and stuff to adults and…
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17091311
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I tried to talk, but only / whispers slithered out.
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1709168
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Unapproachable... for all that.
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170994
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Oh, what jealousy does to us! What love does to the living!
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