1636 6 6
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Devoid of flesh and muscle,
Composed of bone and air.
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When he got out of sick bay, they moved him into a room with three other alkies. A kid, a tree trimmer, and a Catholic priest.
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163620
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No matter how you do it, forgetting something doesn’t mean as much once you’ve forgotten.
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163630
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“Jerome always came to play with ideas. It was like he was already thinking about it before we started. I loved his ideas. It caused me to think about it as well. We did variations on a theme and there was always a goal. Sometimes it was to grow and deliv
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1636106
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They couldn’t have done it better if they’d waved guns around in the air.
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163621
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Back in the sixties, I chanced upon a list of books. That’s right. Sifting a black garbage bin, I found the long lost canon. Seizing the moment, I snatched the list, and cradled it in my palms. I felt proud and patriotic for saving such a noble list f
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163610
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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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163695
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Now that I am dead, my god will fight your god...
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1636158
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What's that snitch doin' here?
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163644
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It was like watching one of those vintage eighteen-frames-per-second films of someone trying to open a stuck umbrella.
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163610
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I'm going up and down elevators all over the Financial District and I have no office.
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163653
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The porous bear the anchorite’s vial
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163685
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When the medicine started to interrupt her sleep, she made elaborate breakfasts – sweet potato pancakes, crepes with homemade cream cheese filling, omelets with spinach and brie, hand-rolled croissants stuffed with bittersweet chocolate. It was in those e
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163621
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She rolls up at school with the word MAYHEM marker-penned across her stomach, wrote so big the first and last letters graze each inner thigh bone. She says it's in honour of some rock star I never knew.
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163677
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My skin tells a story of pain and labor. It’s better than a tattoo and cheaper.
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163555
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You will never know how much it hurts
When someone else touches your face.
But I also know how much you count on others
To pull the slivers out of your heart.
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16351614
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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16351310
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Sin by Nonnie Augustine After my mother died, I met Aunt Shirley. I found her in dozens of snapshots piled in falling apart cardboard boxes we hauled down from the attic. Small girls, with huge bows bobby-pinned right on top of…
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163522
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an awkward stage between
glued popsicle stick marsupial,
and mechanical tin foil mammal.
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163533
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It is only seven-thirty but the night is full, gloom seizing Highway 66. There is a carcass on the road, maybe a human, slumped next to an empty ice cream truck. Several stars hang up in the East, drunken constellations scrambling to find meaning.
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163596
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Be not a Hercules furens abroad, and a Poltroon within thyself
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1635129
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163573
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In every writer's room there is a bogeyman born in the closet, growing with every blot on the virgin sheet, feeding on the pain of writing, of solitude, the failure, the rage, the confusion, the helplessness, the fear, the humiliation. The narrower the…
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163511
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The last row of furniture is all black leather. In unison the tigers hop onto a couch a piece, sit calmly on their haunches, and reach for remote controls buried in the cushions. Roaring, they paw at the remotes.
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163521
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Sometimes it waited after dark, when everyone was asleep, and moved in slowly like a thief, working its way into all the ruwas, up everyone's nostrils, seemingly intent on making the people's mountain existence a troublesome one
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1635117
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No bustling inside
No extruded amber
Wings onyx straight jackets
A low hum of displeasure.
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163474
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God damn you women get me all /
twisted up thinking oohrahrah and lala
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16341511
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16341010
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There is an emotion out there I can feel it already in me swimming around in my blood like a big hot postulation. Like a big hot hand of light.
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