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I started walking around the Jube like any other sheep, lemming, or penguin: passing plate glass windows, one after another.
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I love going fast. The last bank I robbed didn't know what hit them.
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I picked out a book to read on the airplane. The title was The Function of the Orgasm by Wilhelm Reich.
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Maybe you, citizen, should be a jerk. Jerks get where they are going. You, citizen, what about you? Handy, dandy, where’s the jerk? Conformists. Sheep. All of you, all of us, boiling out our radiators. Spending our day, our days, our lives in coope
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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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He calls it an owl glass: he’s allowed: he’s six.
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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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We flew./
In my dreams, I can fly.
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Ben considered his options in the taxi to Charles De Gaulle airport.
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A Texas man was recently arrested for failing to return a GED study guide to his local public library. He'd kept it out for three years. This is the kind of news story that brings joy to a librarian's heart.The library where I work just installed a…
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There was a man dressed in stately attire. His name was Abacus, which maybe you find strange, but then keep this in mind: it is, after all, just a name.
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It is true that the college dogs spread vermin, reeked and shat on the soccer field...
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44 miles out
the gauntlet of Red River pines
cast shadows pointing north.
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Time has wings. They are bright and beautiful, like those of a butterfly. They are delicate wings, and they carry the years away from my decaying mind. I would break those wings if I could, for tomorrow I turn seventy-three, and I grow weary of their ince
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The jewels were dragonflies, buzzing lazily, Beelzebub’s hair a golden meadow.
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O' madam, betwixt the pages A story professed to love A wonder of descriptive prose Delights read enraptured “My favorite book”, so you said O' madam, your heroine is flawed Wounding herself beyond measure And those she swears she…
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I blame the fucking mosquito net.
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There were echoes all around them, their shadows delirious and only existed in short spurts under the breath of the streetlights. They danced as their cigarettes leaked calligraphy across the night sky and she tried to trace it with her finger. He asked her what it said…
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“Imagine a Shakespearean scholar coming upon an undiscovered work by the Bard. That’s how thrilling this is."
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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the memories return like they do every year at this time
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-- All the guys who hit on me are Virgos. -- Like Gary? -- Like Gary. -- How could Gary be a Virgo? Look what he did with his hydrangeas.
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The dog awakens at the sound of a petal falling, sure that barbarians are at the gate. She opens wide her yellow teeth.
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an awkward stage between
glued popsicle stick marsupial,
and mechanical tin foil mammal.
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This cell the sole certainty,
all else steeped in mystery.
Why should we be here?
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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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A sunrise over the dark Atlantic, on a perfect beach day, tasting of salt and warmth and powdered sugar; of last, desperate kisses of youth, still shivering from delicious night, is beautiful.A sunrise over the dark ruins of Syria, on hot dusted stones, tasting of lament…
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I don’t want to debate polemics while I’m sweaty and naked. I just want my hair cut.
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This tall, very blonde, very female, friend of mine. . . .
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