1621 11 3
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Now it was black line, wall, turn, and black line.
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16211916
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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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162143
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Unconsciously she shook her head at her own weakness in coming out to see Wayne when things were in shambles at home. Guilt had beat resolve in the cosmic game of rock paper scissors.
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162111
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Puddles—not his real name, as you’ve probably gathered, but the kind of nickname a fat kid got tagged with in our neighborhood—kept stopping short, picking underwear out of his ass or taking a breather. This had the unfortunate byproduct of my crashing in
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162165
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So few dreams are the doors they seem.
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1621910
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it's time for the cold, antiseptic
cloth to briskly remove the evidence.
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162198
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It is true that the college dogs spread vermin, reeked and shat on the soccer field...
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162143
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“I want you to know that you are being watched,” Ernie said. “I have trained a camera on your work station.”
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162151
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Some things are meant to be repeated
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1621138
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162133
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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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16211510
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when the mirror cracks
my eyes won't cry
it's a perfectly
respectable (romance)
between her and i
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162156
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It's tough when muscle gets in the way of memory. The way pain is the only thing I can remember about certain things. Fifth grade, that's what I think of. I think of pain. Not just abstract pain, not some we'll get to it later adolescent angst or ennui.…
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162121
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My wife storms into the kitchen with a pink mako shark slung over her shoulder, barking "Dinner!" towards me as I sit on the counter swishing my middle finger through a bowl of sand.
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16201914
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Before she flushes the toilet the world is spinning.
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162070
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I heard this story from my grandmother who heard it from her grandmother who heard it from an uncle, who was a monkey.
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162044
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A tough enough signal to read under the best of meteoric circumstances, this is one maybe I'll keep on thinking about. I might be able to make something everlasting out of this crazy price for love after all. I no longer…
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162063
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"...easier to get milk from a male tiger than mercy from him."
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162076
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I pay for 3 Trump Troll Dolls and a package red licorice twizzlers and head back toward the door. Dancing Gnome Girl is there to greet me. I stick a twizzler in the teeth of the donation pail.
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1620108
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no more trying to keep / the peace, no more trying / to keep every person happy. / Just this: no more.
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162093
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5 Narratives From The Field Museum (Naturally) 1. The American wife asked her French husband why it took him 50 words to ask which pass they would need. He said, “Because it does,” and they argued more, each in their own words. 2. The child…
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162000
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The sound of the crowd’s excitement, their smiles, and laughter started to turn Mayumi’s thoughts about life in the Magi world.
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1620119
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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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16201212
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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162074
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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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162000
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I had enough judgment, anger and vengefulness from the people around me in the steel town of Pueblo, Colorado, where I was growing up. I didn’t need more from my God.
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162063
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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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1620104
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A Parody of Keats I stood at silent thought upon a clump Of nettles, swaying in the od'rous air- That blew from my own trousers, by the dump; That it had not blown more lent me despair. The dulcet horn gave melody, rare…
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162042
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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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16201112
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Tunnel hobos, all hootched up high, think a sign's all about super powers, mind reading, clairvoyance, dig?
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