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I fear osiris with his feather rising to meet the raven in mid-air they will turn to look at me decide if I go through the door of no return into fierce landscape on my knees I will crumple into the foetal…
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172885
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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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17281312
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I asked him where he hurt and he said everywhere.
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172862
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Her fingers scampered over the table, practicing the deft stitching of the basilar artery.
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172854
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an EZ How to Guide in 50 simple steps
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172821
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Blood had soaked through his Converse All-Stars, and into his cotton sox. It was the smell of metal, of iron more specifically, that nudged his mind out from the fog of shock and denial, closer to the reality of his circumstances.
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172880
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I remember the man well, though he didn't notice me.Even though a million tiny things happened to cause his hand to brush me away from his neck, he didn't notice. Much like the way his eyes bounced off women's bodies as he hurried down the sidewalk in his blue wool…
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172820
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The heart of those stars is a dab of yellow light.
The darkness of the blue night appears so deep
because the downward strokes of the actual sky
are interspersed with a violet that’s almost black,
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172844
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Then dared each other to travel
Much further
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172822
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What becomes the identity of a woman who has been denied all her rights and thrown into a mental institution?
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172841
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In closing, Your Honor:After the interview Bad Blake, a/k/a "Otis" takes "Miss" Jane Craddock back to his hotel, ties her up, and gives her a Cleveland Steamer. For reference, please refer to my Brief, Exhibit A, showing a thespian named Ronald Jeremy…
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172865
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It's just another night in the old city, perched in the skeletal radio tower with my collection of telescopes
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172896
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He brought me kisses from New York.
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17281614
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It was oddly quiet, and the air had a strangely urgent quality. The sun came out, and water on the leaves and branches turned oaks and aspens into Christmas trees.
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172742
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There existed within them the deeper perdition, of course, the perdition of culture, American culture, the 21st Century suburban version, made up of Strip Malls From Hell.
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172733
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“I honestly can't believe how much you eat, honey.”, Lenora said as I put down the fork after gorging myself on breakfast. Twelve pancakes, four eggs, two cups of coffee, a glass of milk, and half a pound of bacon had passed through my lips this morning. …
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172721
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Librarians love me,
you want to know why?
I don’t dog-ear pages,
I don’t even try.
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. . . hot sand and quiet ocean only.
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172700
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Rosey streaks through the city, dragging a flooded umbrella.
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1727108
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no more trying to keep / the peace, no more trying / to keep every person happy. / Just this: no more.
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172700
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Some things you never forget, especially if they are repeated frequently. I cannot hear her voice saying those words, now, I have forgotten its timber, its pitch, but I remember the words.
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1727166
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Warning: contains sexually suggestive comments.
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172700
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Home is where my parents live and my relatives visit.
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17271911
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Today the isobars are far apart.
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172674
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I wonder how many crumbs
he can drop to make a cookie,
whole, so I can relax a little
and throw out the self help books
about how I'm not right in
the motherfucking head,
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172612
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Their dump was like no other in the country. It was bigger than the rest. And, unlike their innumerable competitors, this dump—which sat packed with trash on the surf of an ocean—was organized with care.The Elks took pride in their dump. Three…
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172664
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Luke was in the gutter, his face in stagnant water littered with cigarette butts, condom wrappers, and green shards of glass from broken beer bottles. A man was kicking him in the face with a boot the size of a U-boat, over and over and over again. Blood
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172610
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Pay attention: our names were Bobby, Didi, Joanie, Mitch and Sam. It was popular in those days to wear big name buttons across your chest, and we’d line up side-by-side as we watched our reflections affix said buttons, anchoring them to our stiff lapels
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...a headwater stream that has never had a name....
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