1409 9 4
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Creep up behind me one day and prick my skin. I promise you won’t draw blood – for it is ink that will spurt from my veins.
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140920
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we're only playing with this language you and I
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140900
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The sound of the crowd’s excitement, their smiles, and laughter started to turn Mayumi’s thoughts about life in the Magi world.
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140941
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In mid dream, mid journey, there's a barrier we must cross, flat and vast like an ocean. We're told the barrier is a monster. To cross the barrier we must maim one of its eyes. There, rising to the surface is half a large…
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140900
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I took up smoking just to show the world how easy it was to quit. It’s been five months now, and my wife is wondering why I haven’t yet.
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140964
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As black as his socks with a hole in them she used to sew while watching. The octopus has three hearts you know. Yes, No and Maybe.
As black as inkpots, inkjets, as black as typewriter ribbons and the Gutenberg press, as black as the ink of a trillion
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140988
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His mother was a ballerina.
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140981
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As I watched her sleep, I saw gentle frost and sun on crystal.
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14091212
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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140955
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The jewels were dragonflies, buzzing lazily, Beelzebub’s hair a golden meadow.
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14091814
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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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140800
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Mayumi could see as far as her eyes could, all the buildings hugged by the trees. Roads stretching outward as if reaching for something far away.
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1408107
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In her blanched beauty, seated in a silver deck chair, with complacent socialist ways
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140885
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On the river he rows a dory. It is filling with water. There is a rectangular hole in the bottom.
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140820
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Joseph K. ran a publishing house in the shadow of the Castle.
Perhaps “publishing house” is too grand a title. Joseph K. kept a battery of six or seven (depending on repairs) manual typewriters, a crate of carbon paper, and a large stapling machine
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140821
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Two days before Christmas 1946, my mother put me on an Illinois Central railroad train at the whistle stop of Neoga, Illinois.
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140877
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He laughs and runs just like the other boys even though he doesn’t have a father now, just his mom.
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140875
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The Devil and the Holy Ghost played Euchre on Friday nights. The Devil drank rock and rye and the Holy Ghost went for Miller Lite. What just irks hell out of me, pardon my French, the Ghost began, is that nobody knows who the fuck I am.
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1408125
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Beneath their feet bedrock stretched a hundred miles
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140877
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I spent most of those days in my car. Stashed in the trunk was a cache of precious stones, neatly sorted and separated, bound in smooth black velvet inside a smooth black briefcase.
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140787
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a mere forty years/and maybe you become twelve,/maybe sixty-three.
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140755
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Now as my fearful hand goes unwittingly up I search the faraway trees for the closest possible answer I know I don't know. The clever waiting beast is looking my way with an intelligent roving eye that says he likes to hit. It doesn't matter. You're worse…
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14072111
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The lungs forsake their love of breath. The arms/
resist throwing off the small weight of sheets.
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140720
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This was just noise now – pure, raw noise, grabbed from their throats and flung high by some sharp claws of violence buried in their breasts. Even from his third floor apartment, they sounded like they were right outside his window now. It was if they h
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140720
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Someone had shown me a page on the internet where writers could have their stories analyzed, seeing whose work their piece was similar to. Normally, I only went on the computer to find apartment listings and pornography.
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140765
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I wake up on the edge of the mattress, teetering. The dog is looking at me funny.
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14071412
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She was sick and tired of marriage. She didn't want to be a mother, but now she was.
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140700
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Still as the knife on the counter there still. Like mothballs in a chest. One with clear bags and newspaper clippings and your scarf inside it. The baby girl could put a mothball in her mouth and suck it like a penny. The way too close to a light bulb bur
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140700
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You’re never really asleep. I am never awake. But as the darkness fades, I read. Your body tells my story.
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