1680 8 6
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You lazy fuckwit! You half-assed shithead!
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16801913
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168050
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the moon is the pupil of the cave’s eye
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168091
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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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168011
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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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168000
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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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168056
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Just like D-Ray White’s tapping still bounces off the mountains if the right person is listening, Hasil’s hoots and howls are trapped in record wax like a blood-drunk mosquito in amber.
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16801610
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There will always be some
who misread the dance
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16801717
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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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168022
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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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168011
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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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1679117
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“Everything is neon, “ I say.
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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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167992
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What is the meaning of you?
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16791313
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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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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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1679104
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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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167910
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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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167900
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Ireland - her beauty is like a drug.
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1679109
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Abominables do roam the earth; I know it.
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167942
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“I wrote a story about you today.”
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16791310
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167989
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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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167899
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People usually take fonts for granted.
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1678126
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Often, meeting attractive people we pay very little emotion toward them ... Why? It's because we have no common (often the economic in its sense) project of living to bring us together ... When such project exist ... Then, well ... we find people sexy
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167855
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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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167823
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Where in the shadows of these raw streets
does love last longer than a flyer?
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167800
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Mulberry Street was once filled with people. Just going about themselves; day to day, minding their business. To school, to work, to deliveries, or to personal priorities, it all came to halt. What Marissa saw was unlike anything she experienced in her li
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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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