1740 17 14
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He was a liability. I knew I had to ditch him.
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17392314
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She'd have to be careful, but couldn't you just see it?
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173992
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What is the meaning of you?
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173940
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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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173995
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I follow what pulls me forward.
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1739106
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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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173965
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Those who love aluminum bellies and landing gear and ailerons... that ilk... settled at the western edge of of LAX 24R 6L and called the encampment Flight Path.
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173941
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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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173999
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Our Irish tradition is rich in Yeats, drenched in Bushmills.
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173900
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“Monetising the mecosystem” Theobald blathered, “extend the value proposition, core competencies create cash rich commitment free conurbations…partnership models proliferate non essential services spawning new opportunity…” Peregrine tried to
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173966
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That was the start of it, the vigils. Every night at the foot of the Gilt Spears a group of people congregated in a housing estate to look up at the stars. Housewives with working away husbands, fractious toddlers hanging upside down…
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173942
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I started walking around the Jube like any other sheep, lemming, or penguin: passing plate glass windows, one after another.
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17391311
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I tried to talk, but only / whispers slithered out.
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173910
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Now, I am getting angry! Now you want me depressed too!
GET OUT! GET OUT!
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173985
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When the medicine started to interrupt her sleep, she made elaborate breakfasts – sweet potato pancakes, crepes with homemade cream cheese filling, omelets with spinach and brie, hand-rolled croissants stuffed with bittersweet chocolate. It was in those e
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173922
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My friend once told me about this island of trash in the Pacific. He said that if you threw a piece of trash in any body of water it would find its way there somehow.
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1738147
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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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17381312
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// opening act: van featuring balloon featuring drugs
// headliner: lubv ya babe
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173876
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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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1738109
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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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173811
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There is no Vinny’s Liquor store as far as she can tell. She begins to think there is something odd, that people are jerking her chain, sending her on a fruitless mission. It feels familiar, like sorority hell week. Maybe there is no liquor store at al
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173899
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At this stage of the game you don't even matter enough to have an asshole.
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1738158
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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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17381211
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Jesus came strolling
by in his sandally Jesus foot sandals.
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173896
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he knows that his wife knows. she can smell the adverbs on his tongue in the mornings. but he cannot get through another evening in that house without consonants.
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173760
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The surface temperature of the sun is 9,800 degrees Fahrenheit.
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173755
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In my seriousness I am not making the case that none of “this” (our contemporaneity, our historical moment) “matters”.
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1737104
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Digging in another garden, jumping into another space and time, I impaled a toad on the tines of a garden fork. At first I thought the toad was a clump of clay, stuck to the thick tine, but before I could kick the clay off with my…
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173721
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He leans against the truck, the sun sinking on the day, shadows inching down the side of the house, yawning towards the horizon.
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173731
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“She never knew her, you know?”
Chief Jack Gardner, retired, said to the duty officer absently, thumbing a well-worn photo in his rough calloused hands. His gravelly voice cracked a bit when he said it, catching his throat.
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