1656 9 8
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“It’s lost. Lost and gone. Forever. My love for you. I’m sorry.”
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16562010
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I invited Van Gogh over for some drinks and a chat. I'm talking about Vincent.
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165665
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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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165642
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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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165642
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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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165684
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I had to kill someone today. Do not be alarmed, she was only real to me.
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16561814
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It is a small life, circumscribed/
by debt and income, age and infirmity./
The Hidden Hand thrusts its middle finger/
high.
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16562011
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Reality for us must be broken so we can fix the one small insect of it we can capture and pin, wriggling.
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165612
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From a window, the young Pole Krzysztof Penderecki saw resistance fighters hanged by Nazis...
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165622
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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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165610
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"Well if we break for lunch at the same time wanna sit with me? I got fruit roll-ups I'll share."
Cory looked up at the boy, removing her hand from the water only to brush a lock of dark hair from her eyes. He was still smirking, jaw crunching, saliva
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165642
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“I wrote a story about you today.”
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1656103
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One afternoon the kids from next door come over. Marion is our age, Jimmy a year younger. Marion's pretty. I can't even look at her.
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165586
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You lazy fuckwit! You half-assed shithead!
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165511
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Somewhere, a mathematician is going mad in a box that decreases in size at the same speed it takes the mathematician to find a way to get out. At least he’ll die with an epiphany, which is more than we can say for you.
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165500
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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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165511
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Hours. Hours, bygone. He said, “Come to me all liquored up and you know what’s gonna happen.” Sure. It was every bit true, what he said, six months bygone, chewing off cuticle scabs somewhere out west.
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165592
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What is the meaning of you?
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165500
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I wear my gun so it shows,
so everyone knows.
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1655121
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He extended his bent arm to its full length with a crack, straightened his hunched body and tried, and failed, to close his lips over his frightening grimace. Stone lips are not pliable.
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1655156
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It was not that he was boring – it’s just that he needed a lot of encouragement. When he came, he whispered to himself, ‘ohgodohgodohgod’ - like it was something to be ashamed of, to be sorry for. I wanted to hold him close against me but I also n
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1655134
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When he leaves herThe weather is glorious of courseUnblinking sunshineHe walks awayShe touches the edge of his sleeve I touch his sleeveBlack jacket flung over his shoulder Black jacket over his…
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165521
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Odd bookends
stuck in familiar territory,
we have become lethargic
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165531
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If girls have keys for fingers then locks cannot hold them.
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16551310
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1654147
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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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1654209
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feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
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165422
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contact.
intimacy.
human
fucking
connection.
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165430
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The others fell silent and cast glances back and forth to each other.
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165421
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The logic of the impoverished was amazing. Like Rita telling me I owed her fifty cents for a token after she stole five million yen from me.
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