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But Jake doesn't hear anything. He is pure, unfiltered, liquid rage. Jake kicks Rolex dude once, twice, five times in the ribs. On the last kick, there is a snapping sound.
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120350
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Okay, let’s go swing by The Strip. Appositely labelled. A little cutting of concrete Britain, torn off and transplanted here in the Greece of antiquity. Strip teasing. Divesting the flush Northern Europeans of their pleasure tokens, in return for token
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120331
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It's London Zoo and ten minutes to closing time. The clock walks in and out of cages. I love you baby when you laugh like that at monkeys.Penguin and pelican, wing in wing, approaching. It's some bird act, I know. Two birds from nowhere. One flies, one walks.The zoo…
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120392
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Paddy's night arrived in the manner of finding a half torn fiver, initial anticipation usurped by disappointment before a chancer's edge suggested some craic might ensue after all. A great crowd had gathered somewhere else, for under Hill street bridge…
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120353
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120352
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Hissing through the opening, the spirits have no place.
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120373
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We spend life, or much of it rather, chasing epiphanies promised to us by hip prophets and free spirits.
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120321
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The car has been parked there for slightly more than a day now, and nothing has occurred—there’s nothing “unusual,” nothing “amiss.” Except that it’s there, still, as he follows his boys to school.
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120375
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o christ/ here you are again/ you sickness appearing in my brain/ pouring smog from my jaw/ my body hot and cold as though sleepless/ while i could sleep/ centuries/ undisturbed/ and awaken, tireder still./
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120365
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In your mouth is the attic studio
Where your father’s brushes lie wet with water
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120343
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1. Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
of clean air
& imagination
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120322
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“Why is there a gigantic sex toy sitting on your dining room table?” Mark asked recently. “That's not a gigantic sex toy,” I said. “It's a Wahl Hot & Cold Therapy Massager.”“Which is?” “An Advanced Pain…
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120311
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He introduced himself as Jimmy Stamps and shook my hand with the confidence of a man who is Microsoft Windows certified. Reeking of vodka and Swisher Sweets he proceeded to expatiate on the virtues of X
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120200
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The sound built up, louder and louder causing birds and insects to fly into the air. Then it stopped.
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1202215
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I didn’t give her enough skin. The world will always hurt her.
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120254
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The war they wage fills everything with holes.
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120255
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They were everywhere walking right above us or so it seemed, back and forth, back and forth with their lousy, crunching heels making hollow chewed up noises that took all the sweet sounds left on earth and had them march along…
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120253
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Either it was rescue--if the customer was alive to be found--or recovery, the term for bringing out the dead.
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There was dad sitting at the table, wide awake, reading glasses on nose, pen in hand above a Doppler graph of numbers on paper, one of many now-lost theorems, looking up as his son walked into the room.
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120231
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Today is my birthday. Well, my assembly date, anyway.
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120250
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Take my hand. Take my hand and we will sail through the atmosphere leaving trails of rainbow speckled life written in musical notes behind us. We can go anywhere you want, whenever you wish. The moon in 1974. I hear the earth looks gorgeous during the seventies.…
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It's been twenty years since you left. I should call it a day.Even the Obeah woman said as much. But I don't listen. Instead I sit with old and proper ethnic widows in black, waiting for your return. One of them translates my story for the…
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120253
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Most times a vertical word balloon floats before him.
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1202137
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Don and I return to Rasheed's room on the top floor of the middle house where Uzma sits waiting to speak her piece. I'm feeling blessed listening to their enthusiastic chatter. It's like the world is opening up to me again, allowing me to experience a rush of…
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1202109
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What grabbed the mind when you heard about it was the way he did it.
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120265
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I'm fascinated by Don's evolution . . .
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120231
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It's Granny hauling her crooked soul into heaven. Guess who I stole that image from?
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120299
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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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120220
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Her mother told her once: "Don't be no whore, Fe-fe."
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