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can they approve, our/gods in our wallets? only/when we tell them to.
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176352
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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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176320
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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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-for Franz, the least understood comedian of all We all knew that Marissa's college boyfriend was ugly — there was the way she answered our mother's pestering "Is he cute?" with a stalling "Um, well..." and then there was the fact that she hadn't posted any photos…
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176266
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Devoid of flesh and muscle,
Composed of bone and air.
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1762115
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I enjoyed the talking part though
rambling on and on for lord knows
why or how
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176200
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She says he is not a real person. He says he doesn't understand. And that she should be with the dudes who want to be her boyfriend.
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176291
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for paul celan take it like an amulet a jewel like a tulip filling up the expanse of green the volatile view from within your thin wrist you write into manuscript for the hand is a map with but grasping still it is but a like two palms like a…
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176292
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What is the meaning of you?
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176211
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A rose and two dollars. Where did they come from? I didn't know anyone who had visited my parents' grave recently, yet that evening I saw a white rose on my mother's side and two bucks on my father's. I took the money and placed my own flowers with the rose. It had to have…
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17621812
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However did we make it this far/
without murdering one another
as the other sleeps
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1762119
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If you find a nickel-plated Colt .38 lying on top of a worn copy of King Lear, you’ll know who you’re dealing with.
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1762106
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They couldn’t have done it better if they’d waved guns around in the air.
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1762148
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...painted by my mother with meticulous attention...
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176256
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facts of matters are not as they seem,/hour by hour crafty comments creep in,/another hour and "the good" is a horror:/ our human blindness is older than our sight.
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176295
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I brimmed with sexual energy and it flowed about me like a buttermilk, silk robe. Rich and thick, musk-laden and fortified with my own particular brand of woman.
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176220
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The more indifferent he had become towards life, the more she had become towards him.
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1762105
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"Some Purgatory in order, innit?"
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I tried to talk, but only / whispers slithered out.
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17621313
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Of course then I did it all over again. Got married, that is. Fortunately, this one worked out.
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when the mirror cracks
my eyes won't cry
it's a perfectly
respectable (romance)
between her and i
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1762158
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Your girlfriend with the Dresden blue eyes with the sleek belly & gorgeous scars from ripping off Avenue A dealers has you on a leash of short-term amnesia. You can't recall the last time you got off from being trigger-happy inside her & you formed a…
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Bones consolidate with age. The fleshy/
bits of body follow by wrinkling and/
spreading outward, appearing to expand.
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176122
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you are the most uptight pansy I have ever met
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"Pull around," Rachel says. "Pull around him, dammit."
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176121
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“We’re on our way to gold country to find the American Dream.” No point in mentioning the huge prairie dogs, the ones swarming and screeching beneath the horses in their Hell’s Angel gear and Nixon masks.
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Lake Berryessa, CALIFORNIA It was dusk on the 27th of September when the Stocky Man finished his work and trudged casually back across the…
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176111
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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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