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Now, I am getting angry! Now you want me depressed too!
GET OUT! GET OUT!
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The inhabitants of the surrounding neighborhood steered clear of the Lot, mindful of its existence, its countless drags of scrap, drenched with the fused association of many scenes and emotions from memory and experience. Left to its own devices, the place is now…
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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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Carl and Dolly were actors. Dolly was offered the lead in a porno film, but she turned it down.
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He can't breathe can't breathe can't breathe turns the handle can't breathe falls onto the front porch gasping in the cold night air. And Dad is lying on the smoldering carpet in the parlor. And all the kids are upstairs. And he swallows the air. And ever
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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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There will always be some
who misread the dance
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Be it a moment of zen, an epiphany, a vision, or even an ill-tempered chinese food inflicted dream, I've seen what's been shrouded carefully behind you… ahead of me.
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I had to kill someone today. Do not be alarmed, she was only real to me.
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“I wrote a story about you today.”
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// opening act: van featuring balloon featuring drugs
// headliner: lubv ya babe
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“Everything is neon, “ I say.
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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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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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What is the meaning of you?
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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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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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can they approve, our/gods in our wallets? only/when we tell them to.
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The surroundings, he thought, are just as important as what's surrounded.
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Odd bookends
stuck in familiar territory,
we have become lethargic
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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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the urgent, naked glow of opportunity
or
the dim fluorescent nuisance of an object out of reach
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You load the pipe and suck in the fireworks. Whistling missiles, slithering sparks, shivering teases, dripping embers. You fall asleep with flashing neon outside and the Fourth of July in your veins. When you wake up, your room is the saddest place o
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["GET UP, GET GET, GET DOWN ... 9-11'S A JOKE IN *your* TOWN!"]
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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Where in the shadows of these raw streets
does love last longer than a flyer?
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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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I didn't care for parties when Jackie was alive and I donot like them now. Deborah, our daughter,…
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