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This cell the sole certainty,
all else steeped in mystery.
Why should we be here?
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165345
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. . . it's all we ever want -- the holding.
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1653168
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Lou Reed was sitting in CBGB,
I was sitting on Greenwich Ave. and West 10th street.
I didn't know him then and I didn't know him later either,
but we were both there.
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165374
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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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165322
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So it's me and two other girls...
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165300
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Late spring, summer before cancer. Frank drove Max and his pal Jason to Cincinnati for their first rock show. Less Than Jake at Bogart's. A two-hour drive for ska-punk.
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165311
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Tension slipped from my grip on the dagger as my legs and faith fell apart.
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165383
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"I would like my pictures to look as if a human being had passed between them, like a snail, leaving a trail of the human presence, memory trace of past events, as the snail leaves its slime." Francis bacon “Feminine …
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16531711
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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165311
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The crowd- which consisted of exclusively men with beards and djembe drums and women with hairly legs poking out of corduroy patchwork skirts- cowered and crawled in fear around the angry man-bomb, mortally frightened yet encouraged to shimmy because the
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165331
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It was cloudy, the way he liked it -- no baking in the sun. People passed occasionally. He sniffed at the joggers, “Health Nuts,” he dubbed them. He hadn’t exercised since his last high school gym class.
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165363
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Another bird hits the large plate glass patio doors as I am sipping my morning coffee.
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165311
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We begged him to sell us some shade. Just enough for half an hour, until our bus would pick us up and drive us to our next destination, continuing what was turning out to be a purgatory tour of forgotten Mediterranean towns.
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165385
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Marv felt a stirring. Warmth in his gut. "Maybe we should get together," Marv said.
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165221
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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165274
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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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165285
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It was by the well on one cold early spring morning
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165265
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So few dreams are the doors they seem.
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165221
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"Now, I'm not no Holocaust Denier . . . I just think it was a little bump in the road! Like Reagan said about Watergate . . . 'Mistakes were made,' and all. Well, shoot . . .…
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My lipline's retreated since Tuesday. I'll toss those Hazel Bishop reds, (lipstick on shriveled lips rattles men, scares little children) skip Woolworth's cosmetics counter, save backaching, ankleswelling pondering of powders, rouges, …
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165220
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It is a dark and stormy night, naturally
We’re trying to get some sleep
at a Travelodge in Eureka
when I get up at 3 a.m. to write
“Hard motel pillow receives snoring from neighboring room”
O Thesaurus, we need another word
Maybe it sh
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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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165211
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The bathing suits are like Christmas dresses.
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165244
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Tears and tears and tears flowed
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1652104
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"Nice one, sir," the toilet said.
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165289
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I’m deathly afraid of the pub crawls
of my ancestors, through Bohemia and Fitzrovia
because of the ghosts of alcohol already
etched inside my veins
and the headlong loss of oxygen
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165265
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She’s not coming today. She didn’t come yesterday either.
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a mere forty years/and maybe you become twelve,/maybe sixty-three.
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“When I was six years old, Dad came home from Vietnam and picked me and Mama up from her sister's house in Boston. We packed a U-Haul with everything we owned from T.V. to toothbrush. Dad hitched the trailer to the Rambler and drove us South, back home to Carolina. A…
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“Well” I say. “What do you think about the dilemma of a guy who’s tortured by a history of incest and bondage?”
“Depends” Says Al. “On who was cested and who was bonded.
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