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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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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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1769155
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I thought, what are we talking about? Botox?
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176985
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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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"when I say bag, what I mean to say is…"
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176987
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He died in the ditch he dug.
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my fingers vibrate magnetic/
a humming void/
where my brain was
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176811
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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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176860
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The surface temperature of the sun is 9,800 degrees Fahrenheit.
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the moon is the pupil of the cave’s eye
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1768168
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Her clothing style varies from grunge to glamor and . . . she always looks good.
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1768115
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I enjoyed the talking part though
rambling on and on for lord knows
why or how
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176800
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I wear my gun so it shows,
so everyone knows.
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1768147
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We flew./
In my dreams, I can fly.
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176841
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Andrew smiled at her while he pulled out his penis. He then held it between his fingers and tugged at it, stretching it much like a rubber band
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1768105
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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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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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I was headed back inside my den since these creeps just wouldn’t stop and thought they were the most hilarious creatures on the face of the earth, and I was afraid, to be honest, that one of their missiles might hit me in the eye. That’s when I n
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You were sitting on dark leather meringue, wearing slit ivy, epilated thighs sliding through, roots showing beneath your anaemic skin, fighting with the pale bluegreen of your veins. Quills extended from your left hand, bent about 10.2 degrees or so.
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“It felt like the space under my skin had been filled with desert sand. I did not open my eyes for my body was covered with the dust. A camel could have walked over me and not noticed. I needed to wipe my eyes before I could open them and my body was froz
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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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Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things. Like the soufflé
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Let us be stranded in the Andes and have to eat human flesh or at least toothpaste to survive! Let there be an earthquake! Let there be a flood! Let there be a tornado, a new ice age, an invasion from Mars. Only: let me survive.
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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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176721
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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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can they approve, our/gods in our wallets? only/when we tell them to.
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Our Irish tradition is rich in Yeats, drenched in Bushmills.
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