1671 7 7
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fuck you Charles Bukowski
go cry in your eggs in a Jersey diner
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167140
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Holy shit, man, look at that!” Mike's pimply face melts into drooling bliss. His dad had stopped in this whacko town on the way to our campsite, muttered something about angry lesbians, and disappeared. Rick and I follow Mike's dumbstruck gaze to a shop…
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167196
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He brought me kisses from New York.
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1671106
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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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167063
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"...easier to get milk from a male tiger than mercy from him."
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167011
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King's splendid stronghold Pressing down the earth below Broken by the grass
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167000
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That was the summer that Christine Nelson owned me.
It felt like catching the flu. I had it bad. I was about to turn seven, and it was my first time, and it was bad. A love like that, I don’t know, it’s not a love supreme. It wasn’t completely cru
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167000
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Under the darkness of their new city. The heave and moan of structures as they breathed and pulsed. Under the darkness of this city, under the hum of their florescent bulbs and the tumbling rattle of motorcars, the wheeze of their machines and the clank o
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167054
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My old buddy Snoop Dogg saunters into the room, and we go through a handshake routine that takes over ten minutes, ending with double-backflips and some brotherly penis swordplay.
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16701110
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44 miles out
the gauntlet of Red River pines
cast shadows pointing north.
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1670107
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In her blanched beauty, seated in a silver deck chair, with complacent socialist ways
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167053
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"and I turned to you, at some joke we shared,
and saw winter ease its hand,"
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167052
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Now they are sleeping in a poppy field, sun-drenched warm afternoon girls lying on their stomachs and sides, faces in flowers, and flowers blowing, blowing. If this afternoon were every afternoon, the world would be cured.
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16701111
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Vera Wang I saw you on Oprah today girl. Oh no no no.
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1670217
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Once, asked what time it was, M. replied, "Eternity."
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167011
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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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16701412
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You call your wife. “Do you see what I see?” you ask.
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167065
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She’s not coming today. She didn’t come yesterday either.
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167032
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He asked me if I was going to buy Valentine's for the office this year, and I shook my head. We were in the dollar store, February 13, and I could get a box of twenty kids' Valentines with last year's favourite cartoon…
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166961
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The unpublished writer remembered the carnage that surrounded his Foxhole in France and decided he was done praying. All around lay the evidence that no one was listening. The drunken pastor stumbled away.
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166953
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For reasons he couldn't fathom, his motorcycle only moved in reverse. He engaged the engine and lurched backward hard. He called a friend, a gear-head with perpetually dirty nails, asked him to look it over.
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166933
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That’s true, you know, what they said about the drummer and spontaneous combustion.
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166921
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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166976
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Where horses once were tethered grows their grass . . .
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166900
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I met Barry Hannah once in my life. I’d come to Oxford, MS, to meet an entirely different writer whom I thought then and think now very highly of. I’d also come to escape from another slew of regrets. Oxford is a great city to run away to.
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166975
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Why flash?because the moments, the moments, they pass in flashes of brilliancethat shudder, death glow alightand nothing makes sense beyond nowand nothing will help me but meand I am not even enoughnot my thoughts or your nod of assentor even the deep sigh of…
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166941
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The strawberries remind me of you,Fat and fleshy,Pimple-dimpled.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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166993
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You looked like someone I didn't want to know. I guess that's why I got in the car that night. My penchant for self-destruction was aroused by your black nail polish and the lavender circles under your eyes. You looked like someone that could hurt me, yeah, that's why I got…
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166922
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So it's me and two other girls...
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166944
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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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