1530 3 3
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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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153091
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Literary agents, also editors,
But most assuredly not my creditors,
Someday they won’t mean jack to me—
The people who won’t get back to me.
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15301312
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I asked him where he hurt and he said everywhere.
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153051
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And suddenly, I have this crazy impulse, so crazy and so puzzling I do not possess enough vocabulary and grammar skills to describe what is invisible and what is visible about it. The reader must excuse me and be attentive.
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15301711
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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153000
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"Oh — what is this 'work' thing the philosophers speak of" sort of thing.
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1529115
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I enjoyed the talking part though
rambling on and on for lord knows
why or how
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1529139
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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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152920
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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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15291412
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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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152977
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The whole thing is broken. It's like an egg. I'm not saying this to get you to say something else in the sunny opposite direction of the tattooed scar upon my painted backyard scene. I don't really care. It's only on me. Not on you. I'm glad as…
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152955
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It is said that lovers find lips in the dark through secret brain circuitry.
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152954
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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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152911
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Noah's diagnosis takes several years. A doctor from North Carolina reading his case dubs the condition Bootlegger’s Syndrome.
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1529109
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Cinema Verite’ is the best book of poems I have encountered since Matthea Harvey’s Modern Life
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152876
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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152821
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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152843
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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152800
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Rosea plays a bohemian plainsong for the cosmonauts among us, while her fuzzy apple hips spit glitter, spin strobes: pink shades of pantyline flicker; lip-licked neon hues scrape strings in B sharp, a gloomy clue.
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152822
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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152800
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At 7:30 that evening my brother knocked on Parker's front door. When I went to let him in, sweat was running off Darrell's head like he'd been hit by a water balloon. The air was absolutely unmoving, and there was the smell of tar from the asphalt in th
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152820
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Contemporary persecution of Christians takes on milder forms of torture like having to explain away something Pat Robertson said, or constantly having to hear about Fred Phelps picketing funerals because he happens to hate homosexuals.
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152871
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My mother was Irish as Paddy's pig. So all her family. Lovely people they were. Also, seldom seen among the Folk; stone cold sober. My father's family; Bavarian German. Bavaria's the wrong side of the German tracks. Frankfort people laugh at Bavarians as people in…
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15281212
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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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152842
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Something was changing.
We could sense it in the circling air. A loss of stillness - and we'd been still for so long.
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152831
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Let us be stranded in the Andes and have to eat human flesh or at least toothpaste to survive! Let there be an earthquake! Let there be a flood! Let there be a tornado, a new ice age, an invasion from Mars. Only: let me survive.
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152800
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A section of the baseball field that curved inward was filled with clear water. Birds were dipping their feet and the tips of their wings in. The sun set them apart enhancing the ice-sharp oblivion in their eyes. I swore I heard them say "Marry me.
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152864
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But I had learned from ingesting Roberto’s glitter-eyed fear, it could make you never close enough, and then, never far enough away. And both at the same time.
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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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