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I met a girl so sweet, So sweet that she could Break your heart No girl, no one should Be so sweet So sweet that she melts My depression Increase my anxiety No one should be so sweet More like a little girl Than her 25 years If…
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Under no circumstances can you say "fuck" when you're working in a public library.
Especially in the junior room.
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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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He had thought of the walk down to Mrs Greensmith’s shop when he and all the men beside him reckoned they’d “had it” that time when II SS Panzer-Division had fought like gods for Hill 212.
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I was out of my element. I was on property that wasn't mine. In a woods with mansions tucked away among the trees.
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All the years since, until this morning, I'd thought the actor was James Gregory.
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I had to kill someone today. Do not be alarmed, she was only real to me.
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Odd bookends
stuck in familiar territory,
we have become lethargic
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Writer Marion Winik has ridiculously bad taste in men. She's an intelligent woman and a terrific writer, a good mom with a good heart, and ALL of her romantic relationships are train wrecks.Winik recounts her quest for love at age 50 in her new book, “Highs In The Low…
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You lazy fuckwit! You half-assed shithead!
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writing because it's the only drug i havesick on sadnessas the weight of the moment crumbling around me comes down some sweet second inspires…
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I didn't care for parties when Jackie was alive and I donot like them now. Deborah, our daughter,…
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Let's walk through this park. We can talk until dark. You have the look of a wolf. I'm not stupid, Jack. I'm a lamb, you'll see, once you get to know me. That tat is fierce and your leathers tight black. My ink is old and black suits me, I'm told. …
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There will always be some
who misread the dance
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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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The old man’s face is worn and tired, his nose and cheeks tinted red over his pale black skin from the frosty January winds blustering through town. He looks more than half frozen, which I don’t find surprising.
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She stood with her sisters, pretty maids in a row, felt cold despite the scorching spring sun. Heard what the man said but didn’t register; words from the Lord flew around her like the flighty trill of the robins up above. The birds made more sense.
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Abominables do roam the earth; I know it.
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“I wrote a story about you today.”
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People usually take fonts for granted.
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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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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“Everything is neon, “ I say.
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Where in the shadows of these raw streets
does love last longer than a flyer?
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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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Librarians love me,
you want to know why?
I don’t dog-ear pages,
I don’t even try.
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What is the meaning of you?
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He got tired of the pool party, the chit-chat, the suburban posturing, and he decided to swim home.
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