1724 7 7
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fuck you Charles Bukowski
go cry in your eggs in a Jersey diner
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172497
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I remember meeting you many years later.
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172433
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eleven o'clock spills
despair all over
our bedspread
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172442
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One summer night, as I walked alone down the cracked sidewalk of Kentucky underneath a canopy of maples where the moonlight fell through branches and lit my path with uneven lines I wondered: where does the residue of lust and desire go when everything you want to…
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172420
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In traffic I cry bloody murder, but my bloodlust subsides once I'm in Valhalla. Chip Whitehead wants to see me on the 22nd floor before I start my shift. Charlie and the other suits have been looking at me funny since I sent Chip a memo suggesting the recession…
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172344
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The figure eight will fall on its side. Become infinity.
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17231916
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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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172386
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My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/
on the carpet AGAIN!
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172344
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It was like watching one of those vintage eighteen-frames-per-second films of someone trying to open a stuck umbrella.
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172300
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If they don’t cover consequences in your gifted and talented program, you may care to research it.
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172345
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Lawrence Light had two degrees: business and theology. I liked the clean font he chose for his resume. At the interview, his face was open. His eyes were bright.
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172366
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The day came shyly up to me like a rolling orange thing. Perhaps of alien origin, but not if the Buddha of our foolish hopeless dreamer inside has anything to say about it. It said, pick me up. I did. It looked like forever on the inviting horizon with trees as…
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172330
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Chapter one I was sitting in the doctor's office. For weeks, my nerves had been on edge, and I had been feeling like he was going to have a nervous breakdown. I needed the help of a professional. It was hard for me to admit this. I was taught that a man handled…
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172233
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two roses her eyes
aqua-blue
no, blue-green
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172263
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Morning's first blush, their world in repose. Sated, drained, spent; …
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172251
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His shirt, striped, fuzzy, is of fabric like velour and wreaks havoc with sunlight. His seat faces the aisle, I am sitting forward-faced across the aisle, we are on a half-full city bus, this afternoon.It is a funny shirt so I smile. I am not smiling because of…
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172243
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Prabo was late.
It wasn’t like him, I thought, sitting on the steps of the Galle Face Hotel, the Indian Ocean pounding the beach abutting the nearby Galle Face Green and spraying fine mist everywhere. Or at least it didn’t seem like him.
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17221210
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I avoid weddings like the plague.
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172243
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I can hear the echoes clearly. They are distinct and crisp, almost as though they're all on exact trajectories to me from their final bounce, without any interference. Each sound, while unintelligible, seems to fit perfectly and expectantly into my ears
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172265
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go ahead
stick one more morsel
into that piehole
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172200
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Morning time had come again. Kojo felt the beginning of the day, but couldn't know it yet. Awareness came first: the temperature of the room, the light behind his eyelids, how much of him could feel a draft. Then, before it was taken from him, he recalled the memory of a…
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172201
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This time, he didn’t admire the fish for very long. He was close to shore and tossed it up on the rocks. Before the fish could flop its way back to the water, Quentin lobbed a broad stone at its head.
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1722105
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moonbeams unrecognized language
steadies my course
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17221211
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17211911
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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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172181
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The dowdy woman in fart nailed the vim.
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172177
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We are/no more than heartbeats on repeat.
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172176
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Where horses once were tethered grows their grass . . .
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1721126
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Defy the impulse to grow beyond/
your means and the means of the/
place where you lie at night.
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172177
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I can barely pick out the numbers on the houses
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