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As airplanes fly low over her children playing in the kiddie pool on the front lawn, Maureen learns something else about her father's new house that lies in the flight path of an international airport.
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152100
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Locked at the highest rung
Unable to budge at all
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1521156
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As the other mammals go extinct,/
we can’t presume we are immune//
because of big brains and a history/
of belief in the control of nature.
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15201614
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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152022
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an awkward stage between
glued popsicle stick marsupial,
and mechanical tin foil mammal.
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152087
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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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1520105
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He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
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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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152000
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"You've fallen out of love with me, is that it? That you'll leave me for another girl, who has bigger boobs and fucks you better than I do."
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152044
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I considered kissing Christian. It wouldn’t be terrible. I mean, it might be terrible, but it wouldn’t be awful. His teeth were a little crooked but he didn’t smell or anything.
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Shred the roses he posted, fling the petals like slideshows of storms.
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152000
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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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It was the sodabottle glasses that scared Entro the most. Stubbled with scratches, taped with residual angst and piercing his soul with contempt he’d seen only on the National Geographic Focus Antarctica series - as Seals readied to mangle for Alpha bragg
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“I won't live here,” Beth said, waving her hand to indicate the small Southern town in which they were having dinner—the most delicious fried chicken either of them had ever tasted—in a restaurant located in an antebellum mansion. She looked…
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151965
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So few dreams are the doors they seem.
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151920
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Vegas is turning out to be my kind of town. Easy money, free booze, and everyone is too overstimulated to realize I’m broadcasting right into their noggins.
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15191412
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Usually I’m the only guy in a roomful of women. Some of them are foxy, too.
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151932
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KOSHER PORN is a new collection of funny pick-up lines just for Jews, written by humorist Sarah Rosen, and illustrated with photos by Tom Stokes. It's based on Rosen's popular dating blog, Porn4Jews. And it's hilarious. Rosen started her blog after a year and a…
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1519109
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Abominables do roam the earth; I know it.
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1519108
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Sunday morning beginning with a bang. Accused, found wanting, sentenced.
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151998
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I could trust that most nights I would drop off to sleep at around midnight and shortly thereafter dream an “us dream”, a how we were dream, a sensing of our bodies undulating, then moving faster, moving with the waves of a special music only we could hear, with…
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No bustling inside
No extruded amber
Wings onyx straight jackets
A low hum of displeasure.
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151876
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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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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151833
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By February, I had decided,
That you'd tear out my throat every morning
if it meant your favorite song would play from my neck.
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Whenever you act as if you're one of themit makes perfectly sad sense tome; you are one of them; we're supposed to believe there areno shadows in that particular choice? When you areone of them, they say youfall asleep with a peaceful droopinglip to your smile. When…
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151854
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It’s like drawing with Cesium
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The poet said, ‘I feel the fell of dark, not day.” but day it always is. Bright! Bright!
the city claims its blue salutes; its stopping in mid-sentence at a name where fingers roam a stone.
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