1756 10 4
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The loss of my first mentor came as a harsh blow. Roaming the forest with my dog Rosie just wasn’t the same. Her heart was in the right place, but when it came to armed combat, Rosie just didn’t have the goods.
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How a breeze feels evaporating sweat on neck and forearms.
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1756 1 0
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The way I felt was as though you were, every day, making the conscious and deliberate decision not to be with me, not to share your life with me—and not to share my life, that you were choosing not someone else, but something else.
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You lazy fuckwit! You half-assed shithead!
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the / future is now incomplete
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1756 9 1
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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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1756 7 2
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A man asleep on a stack of tires in front of a tire shop on 10th Aveune, NYC.
A store that’s “open 25 hrs,” where apparently time is being manufactured.
The unknown new element, the 25th hour, even though the other 24 may have been shortened som
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I held at my gut and immediately regretted laughing at Frank when he pulled the pocket-knife out on me. I doubled over and fell to the floor.
"John, was a typer all this important?" Frank asked, knife in hand.
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It is another evening of ordinary sand. The moon worms, all mellow and white, glow shine over the laminated floor. Shay's bladder is full, and protesting with a thump of ache. Shay holds on nervously.Last time she pissed tiny silver fish that roiled in the froth of her…
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We flew./
In my dreams, I can fly.
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There will always be some
who misread the dance
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1756 1 0
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He huddles against the wooden beam of a chop suey stand, glaring out into the giant technological organism that was his city. Lights, hulking monstrosities and endless possibilities were teeming in the night-hustle that surrounded him.
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1756 0 0
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“Monetising the mecosystem” Theobald blathered, “extend the value proposition, core competencies create cash rich commitment free conurbations…partnership models proliferate non essential services spawning new opportunity…” Peregrine tried to
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1756 13 8
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All the years since, until this morning, I'd thought the actor was James Gregory.
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1756 1 1
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“It felt like the space under my skin had been filled with desert sand. I did not open my eyes for my body was covered with the dust. A camel could have walked over me and not noticed. I needed to wipe my eyes before I could open them and my body was froz
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1756 2 1
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Odd bookends
stuck in familiar territory,
we have become lethargic
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1756 9 4
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Oh, what jealousy does to us! What love does to the living!
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1755 1 1
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[CAUTION: IF YOU ARE UNDULY "FIXATED" ON GOD, AMERICA, MOM, APPLE PIE, AND/OR BASEBALL ... YOU MAY WANT TO AVERT YOUR EYES!]
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1755 3 1
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He sees how he could release the duck, imagines it winging low over the water to where the others have made it safely.
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...lotus roots carved with clunky holes like a mouse’s drawing of Swiss cheese.
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1755 2 1
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The other night while we stood in the kitchen locked in each other's stone silence, he finally said, “You're waiting for something to get you to the other side of grief. But there's no such thing.”
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I'm sitting on the B-line toward Park, and there is a woman with the same black bob as Mad TV's Miss Swan, and she is leaning the whole front of her body against the whole pole in front of me, and even though there is plenty of space around her, she is pressed up…
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1755 0 0
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I wear my gun so it shows,
so everyone knows.
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The smart drivers know the signs/
and the back street ways around the wreck.
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1755 9 6
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he knows that his wife knows. she can smell the adverbs on his tongue in the mornings. but he cannot get through another evening in that house without consonants.
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1754 0 0
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“Jesus Christ!” the man screams in pain, and a chorus of “Ewww” is heard from the girls' bench, where the severed body part has landed in a Yoplait strawberry yogurt.
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1754 1 1
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No, I’m not at the junior high bus stop. I’m at the dining room table with my parents.
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I made myself tiny as I could, imagining I was Houdini shackled underwater, holding my nose and practicing my escape...
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