1714 10 6
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strobe lights wash me up and down
and here is the hottest mad dancer of
the early morning black and loaded
rushed into a freeze frame
...Also link to the song "Nope"
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171420
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The more indifferent he had become towards life, the more she had become towards him.
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I tried to talk, but only / whispers slithered out.
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1714117
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... he led what might be called a quiet life
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171321
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The other night while we stood in the kitchen locked in each other's stone silence, he finally said, “You're waiting for something to get you to the other side of grief. But there's no such thing.”
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171322
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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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171341
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Hers or mine?
You figure it out, jackass.
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171364
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The bartender keeps asking what you smell and you say: lemons, oak, and pear. I smell lust. We move to the reds. Pinot Noir. Cabernet Sauvignon. Port.
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171341
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Sunday afternoon was the best. The kids drew straws for a chance to sit on the stool in the Kitchen with the broken armrest. I think mom thought it was an antique but it was just a piece of shit her dad picked up second hand.
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171332
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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171386
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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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17131310
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There was something about his eyes that seemed more sly than happy. He looked like a teamster winking at a mayor who’d just paid him off to keep trucks rolling through Scranton.
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1713168
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Unapproachable... for all that.
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171300
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The words(worlds) have become abstracted through contempt?
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171300
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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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Brody was standing against the wall with one hand in his hip pocket, as if he was holding a gun. The motel was set in the undergrowth of several weedy small towns, but a flashing neon sign made it impossible to miss from the road. We used it as a safe hou
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17121610
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There will always be some
who misread the dance
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171210
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Now, I am getting angry! Now you want me depressed too!
GET OUT! GET OUT!
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171294
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Oh, what jealousy does to us! What love does to the living!
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171241
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The way she once felt for another, naked mornings in her bed, and Young Frankenstein. Sed-a-give.
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17111112
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The shop is swarming with little women.
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171198
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When the sun was above the treeline, and the hunter returned to the cabin, they were ready for him.
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171150
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the moon is the pupil of the cave’s eye
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171100
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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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171111
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No, I’m not at the junior high bus stop. I’m at the dining room table with my parents.
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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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However did we make it this far/
without murdering one another
as the other sleeps
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