1511 17 16
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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151132
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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151193
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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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151122
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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151100
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151110
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I was shooting baskets in the driveway when the Mexican kid delivered the groceries. He drove in fast and loud . . .
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1511116
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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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151121
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They had a deal, she reminded him. If he didn’t want to wear a condom all the time, he’d have to help with her birth control.
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151131
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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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151020
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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151062
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Eddie meets Sarah Packard, a “college girl” played by Piper Laurie. She walks with a limp, a fact Eddie doesn’t notice at first because she’s sitting down at a diner table in a bus station. She’s alcoholic and writes poetry.
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15101717
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Something about shadows and last time and driving.
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151000
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When we talked about the lasagna, we were, I see now, talking about different things. I.e., I was talking about lasagna, and you were talking about almost everything but. You weren't talking about the dry, burnt noodles or…
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151063
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Let’s say you know so little about me. Like whose idea of a joke to name me Hideo for excellent male. Or why I hang out at triangle Park, ogling expatriates or crusty punks.
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151000
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Sora rubbed her neck as Azure gave her attention. She did not know where to begin, thinking about what to say first.
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151010
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I lie on the floor of the hut and for some reason I start to think about the Harvest Days carnival and that game where you have to toss a dime in a dish to win a stuffed animal. Next thing you know I’m a little tiny guy in there in that world of plates
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151020
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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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15102012
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I say her- it might be him-/
but from a distance I supply the details I prefer.
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15093723
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in a puddle of water, the butterfly rests on a stone
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150910
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He first saw her stepping off a water taxi by the Long Docks in the rain at night, her right arm atrophied from some early childhood disease, dangling like an apology, her other holding a cigarette. Her wet black hair hung past her shoulders and her eyes
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1509179
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Shakespeare had red hair / Van Gogh never painted a nude
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1509125
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the memories return like they do every year at this time
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150900
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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150941
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In mid dream, mid journey, there's a barrier we must cross, flat and vast like an ocean. We're told the barrier is a monster. To cross the barrier we must maim one of its eyes. There, rising to the surface is half a large…
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1509147
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150966
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israeli flares light gaza/ casting incandescent nudity/ upon jumbled puzzle piece buildings.
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150910
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["LIKE SAND THROUGH THE HOURGLASS ... SO ... ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES!"]
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150942
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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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150964
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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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150852
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Send me a secret story in a song just for me
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