1290 10 5
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addict for validation and cat tongues
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128964
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OF ALL 2,000 YEARS 10 Point The city after the snow was Medieval, the thousand paths wound as browsing deer. Inside her coat what wild heart. Lethe The beads were rolled-river at her throat, milk blue on a yellow string. I…
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My mother moved her things out of my parents’ bedroom into the attic guest room. When I asked where guests would sleep, my father said, “Matthew, don’t be an asshole.”
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128966
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Then I am wearing a brightly colored raincoat while sitting on a deck among hundreds of tiny glowing spores
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At some point, indifference//
will swallow the small gasps./
The appalling will become the norm.
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128995
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My body feels chilly but it's not from the outside temps. It seems to me it's the opposite of a fever.
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128933
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They came early and parked up, under cover of the night and the giant oak. I only know this because people told me afterwards. Watching us, they were. It was six o'clock before they smashed their way in, scaring the three of us out of our wits. Baby Billy screamed the place…
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Nothing about it//
is attractive- its color, it’s design,/
it’s market value. I leave it be and watch
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128954
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You can’t take a chandelier on an emergency dash across a nuclear desert.
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I hold them to the light...
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128974
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"I’ve always wanted to write a novel. Like Catch-22, something off-beat that would start by word-of-mouth, you know, and become an underground classic."
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12891312
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Today I'm feeling fertilized by an egg—
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128921
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The story itself is not much longer than a snippet. What is a snippet anyway?
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128921
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...I told Uncle Lou I thought it (trans-gendering) looked like a thoughtful way of occupying the world. It was a personal triumph, for some individuals, over the destructive affects of denial. Besides, it hurt no one, and it didn’t destroy property. I alw
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The virtuoso tortures a violin/
in homage to Paganini.
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128955
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Cockroaches in bed was the last straw. Alicia was sure she’d swallowed one in the middle of the night . . .
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128863
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"Thanks for the wild sex--let me know if you have any problems with the lint trap."
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128864
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Sleep never fades away quickly. It has to be shaken off, layer by layer, before reality can reach you. That is the way every morning works for me. There are some days when I will sit at the edge of my bed for almost an hour, shedding remnants of dreams
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She was washing the dishes in the sink, (you're not going to start with a pronoun, are you? Give her a name, for God's sake!) Kate was washing dishes in the sink, (where the hell else is she going to wash dishes? In a creek?) Kate was washing dishes (was…
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128860
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The surface temperature of the sun is 9,800 degrees Fahrenheit.
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128822
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Why yes I began writing this, my bildungsroman, Who is Mitsy Jackson, in spring, 1974 or thereabouts, and thank you so much for asking.
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Soon everyone will know what is coming.You cast a spell of heaviness and I crumple, horizontal. Like Aurora, sleep is my destiny.Tantalus in reverse, my curse from food forever I will flee, while everything changes;discomfort and…
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Tonight, Bukowski and I drink together.
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128820
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when women’s hair shrinks into tight curly balls and sits on top of their heads like scrunches of wool, blowing in the wind, hanging from the mouths of recently shot deer.
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128821
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We received the news unexpectedly. The suspicion was true. The nausea and fatigue were caused by the honor of your presence in our lives. We had waited for you for years. We had prayed endlessly for the universe to bless us with your gift; with you as our gift. And…
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128844
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What if blood engorging your penis could be the result of emotions other than sex and violence? Wouldn't it be nice if your dick could be used to express the lengths and depths of other feelings?
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128885
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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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128821
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Hollywood is the land of the slow no.
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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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