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“Who’s chasing you?”.
When the answer is ‘no one’, it’s best to drive away, like you would from a forgettable Oregon town or someone who can’t love you more than they hate themselves.
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166084
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I had to kill someone today. Do not be alarmed, she was only real to me.
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1660158
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Your girlfriend with the Dresden blue eyes with the sleek belly & gorgeous scars from ripping off Avenue A dealers has you on a leash of short-term amnesia. You can't recall the last time you got off from being trigger-happy inside her & you formed a…
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166010
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He was almost dying when I reached the hospital. I walked past the open automatic sliding doors into the lobby, almost vacant except a few people milling around, the nurses fighting sleep behind the desks while waiting for their shift to end.
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165999
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People usually take fonts for granted.
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1659126
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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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165996
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Hey, how are you? she squeaked.
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165940
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Last night Ariana our second daughter, only 8,wanted to baptize you for your birthday. Her hair shimmered and the face of her joy reminded me of Two Oceans Plateauin the Beartooth Range in southern Montana.As she walked from the sink she carrieda large…
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16592010
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I invited Van Gogh over for some drinks and a chat. I'm talking about Vincent.
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1659121
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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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1659134
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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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165999
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I should have buried him on the saddleback and kept my mouth shut. I'll murder the bastard who did it.
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165922
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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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165810
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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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1658209
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feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
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165876
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Revocable Love It was easy lying there with My head on her left breast Listening to the strong Business-like beating of Her heart. She looked down and said Quietly, I told you my love Was revocable. I give it To many men and then I take It back. …
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165898
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“It’s lost. Lost and gone. Forever. My love for you. I’m sorry.”
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165800
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I wear my gun so it shows,
so everyone knows.
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165865
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Resting bitch face strikes again.
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16581614
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One day we turn a corner, and two fat little doggies spot us and come running up. Oh, they are so glad to see us!
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1658127
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“If they look that good in shorts.” I warned him once, in a candid, humorous moment, “Then they’re probably too young for you to look at.”
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165821
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Odd bookends
stuck in familiar territory,
we have become lethargic
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16582011
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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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165842
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“I wrote a story about you today.”
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1658103
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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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165722
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The fucking black dress; the fucking black dress that obfuscates whether or not you're pretty in the face, that obfuscates the sound of your voice, that obfuscates the color of your hair, your eyez, your skin,
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165786
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You lazy fuckwit! You half-assed shithead!
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165772
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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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165721
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Justin comes out of the bathroom, finally erect, his hands glistening with K-Y jelly as he chucks the girlie mag into a corner. “I'm ready.” Through the afternoon's soft-filtered light, Kelly watches him climb on top of her and thinks of…
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165722
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contact.
intimacy.
human
fucking
connection.
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