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I had to kill someone today. Do not be alarmed, she was only real to me.
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168110
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Now, I am getting angry! Now you want me depressed too!
GET OUT! GET OUT!
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168121
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Odd bookends
stuck in familiar territory,
we have become lethargic
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168122
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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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the urgent, naked glow of opportunity
or
the dim fluorescent nuisance of an object out of reach
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She seems to be demanding someone donate to her a beard. No one has gone any further with this, and the electricity of her song about beards, listing, growing more undulant, crescendos.
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168000
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For the past 6 months our love for each other had been akin to a chess game. We avoided each other’s traps, fortified our defenses, set up gambits of our own, exchanged pieces of our lives, and now it was endgame. Checkmate. Time to move on.
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168031
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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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1680109
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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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1679117
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“Everything is neon, “ I say.
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167923
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Where in the shadows of these raw streets
does love last longer than a flyer?
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167973
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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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1679117
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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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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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Ireland - her beauty is like a drug.
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They coo and gurgle in the warmth of twig and down. They are so delicate, hard to look at without thinking of death. I tell them I want for them chief among all things strength, speed, resilience.
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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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People usually take fonts for granted.
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