1543 5 4
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My old buddy Snoop Dogg saunters into the room, and we go through a handshake routine that takes over ten minutes, ending with double-backflips and some brotherly penis swordplay.
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Now that I am dead, my god will fight your god...
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The months leading up to that night were unbearable. It was as if a debt loomed over us begging to be paid. We both knew I would find you dangling at the end of a rope, it was only a matter of when.
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Sometimes he could feel so small he believed he could fit through the eye of a needle.
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I haven’t read many of them, these poets
that they speak of – Whitman and his Leaves
Of Grass, Mary Oliver and her wild life
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It’s like drawing with Cesium
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The bathing suits are like Christmas dresses.
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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At street level there is a small arrow on which is printed “Museum of Numbers” that points up a long narrow staircase. There is a restaurant on the first floor. All the way up the stairs, the air is permeated with smell of fried foods
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the memories return like they do every year at this time
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There is a rock somewhere with the truth of the sky in it, the glitter of otherworldly charms that falsify the ugliness of the literal.
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severe snow storm coming. I'm looking for a parking spot and listening to Machito & Charlie Parker
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tumbling for you from afar as close-up. They will rewrite your dancing form like a proper magical spell on all their maddest days, using the branches of cherished trees dipped into the trapped wells of certain hosts of …
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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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When I got to Pete's house he was sitting on the curb smoking a cigarette, bruised and dirty, with a smoking pile of rubble behind him where his house used to be. I hadn't heard yet, but his ol' girl left him and blew up the house when she left.
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Sunday morning beginning with a bang. Accused, found wanting, sentenced.
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Tears and tears and tears flowed
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1542 2 1
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Bake sweet rolls and make love to your new wife, fall asleep for three years and grow a beard.
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1542 0 1
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She overcomes herself on the day of the spectacle, clown paint, unmoving amid a rumble of trains and screens, video logs and snapshots, live blogs from phones wet with lotion. This is Tokyo. Facial masks. Bare flaking paint in streams. Stardust.
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This Tippy’s name was Cheryl — something both of them were so far not committing to paper or saying. Unusual in a salesman, she thought. He is insincere and intends to sell her something.
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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1541 3 1
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He sees how he could release the duck, imagines it winging low over the water to where the others have made it safely.
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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1541 4 1
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I'm in our bed eating yesterday's pizza and chain-watching pirated foreign horror films
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For reasons he couldn't fathom, his motorcycle only moved in reverse. He engaged the engine and lurched backward hard. He called a friend, a gear-head with perpetually dirty nails, asked him to look it over.
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King's splendid stronghold Pressing down the earth below Broken by the grass
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I call him a Staffordshire terrier. You call him a pit bull. Some people say he's lovable. Other people say he'll bite your face off without thinking too hard.
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1541 2 1
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She picked the fish out of the box leaving a pool of mucus and blood slowly congealing on the shelf and dripped it toward the kitchen table. Outside the wind lashed the tops of the poplar trees together and rain sprayed from the barn roof opposite.
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I don’t remember much about kindergarten.... The teacher’s name was Mrs. Halverson. She was nice.
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I asked him where he hurt and he said everywhere.
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