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I walked into a novel and sat down on a rock. The language was distressed and full of cyclones and swells. I could smell embalming fluid and folklore. Everywhere I went there were doorknobs, escalators, and clocks. Objects of all genre overflowing with prose. I stood at …
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It's house has seen every day and every night
From its windows stars are born and die
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Now her right breast was annoying her.
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Say say say say say say says our I-I-I-me tunes:
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Interviewer: So, you walk on water, right? How is that possible?
Jesus Lizard: Well, I only run on water, and upright on my hind legs. Haha, if I tried just walking on water I’d sink quicker than St. Peter!
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There's a nice line in M. Tafuri's essay “Architecture and Cities in the United States 1870-1910” concerning the relationship between land values and building costs:“… whereas the simple parceling-up of surface lots is the product of an elementary…
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Blank space / governs the minds of small children
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Erma's last task, as it happened...
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Chris and I have an understanding. We've been playing cops and robbers all morning, running around and stirring up shit.
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Friday night, 80s halcyon,a memory of October bowling.The suburban lanes loudwith kids and kinetic releaseof balls slamming on maple.I have no footwork, no senseof release, fingers sweatyin the grips, resin droppingwith a hollow boomfollowed by derision from more adept…
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maybe it’s a good thing your muse has taken temporary leave
because at least she’s not pecking away at you
like an itch you can’t scratch
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My whiskey drunk, I twist around to catch the white blur of the great horned owl as it swoops from telephone pole to fence post, ears alert, ready to undermine the idea of calm and quiet I’d let settle over me as I drained my glass.
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He turned off the light. His wife was breathing slowly. At her bedside, he spoke of her friends the roses, of the pretty carnation brooch he had pinned to her silk scarf, of the alluring hat which fitted her so well. Small souvenirs, simple and vivid, the heavy night…
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I'm just trying to remember what it feels liketo hear you say you miss me. All thesepeople talking to me don't seem to need aheart. All that knowledge they're selling sounds just like warmed over wisdom to me. It's too cold for that kind of card game now. I don't…
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