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“Jesus Christ!” the man screams in pain, and a chorus of “Ewww” is heard from the girls' bench, where the severed body part has landed in a Yoplait strawberry yogurt.
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This cell the sole certainty,
all else steeped in mystery.
Why should we be here?
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I try to enjoy my bookbut the mannequins keep tapping at the windowWhen I look up they vanish Outsidefibreglass clouds are kept in placeby invisible wires——Sometimes the mannequins …
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Sometime in the late 60s when I was thirteen I had this paper route for the San Mateo Times.
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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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It is said that lovers find lips in the dark through secret brain circuitry.
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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Once, asked what time it was, M. replied, "Eternity."
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I picked out a book to read on the airplane. The title was The Function of the Orgasm by Wilhelm Reich.
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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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“Well, aren’t you the cutest thing?”
Shelly looked around for the source of the line and one of the better looking bar flies met her gaze. He wore a faded t-shirt with a swoosh graphic that read ‘Just Do Me‘. True to its mystical nature, her indefatigabl
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We may not be capable of even trying to appreciate the fact of mortality until we are somewhat older—let's say 18 years old. But, from the age of 18 until we die—and die we will; we know that—we have the opportunity to spend some time thinking abou
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They coo and gurgle in the warmth of twig and down. They are so delicate, hard to look at without thinking of death. I tell them I want for them chief among all things strength, speed, resilience.
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They are all sleeping, but I know better. I will keep watch and if he comes tonight I will be alert and ready. When he arrives he'll see the slack mouths, the graceless sprawls, hear the grunts, snorts and snores of the other women and then he'll sense me. My eyes will…
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in a puddle of water, the butterfly rests on a stone
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Now as my fearful hand goes unwittingly up I search the faraway trees for the closest possible answer I know I don't know. The clever waiting beast is looking my way with an intelligent roving eye that says he likes to hit. It doesn't matter. You're worse…
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I might wish I was anything
including some dust on the shelf
where maybe I might blow away
unseen like the coming of rust
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I was just sitting in the corner, stirring my stories with a straw that sucked characters out of bars.
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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I want you closeI want to feel youinside me,softening me untilmy borders are blurredand I'm hardly breathing,my heart swellingso big itbrings me to my knees,I want to know thepain of losing youeach time youclose your eyes andgo to sleep anddream of someone else,I want to…
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I held her hand through two divorces, I warned her that gorgeous Geoffrey was homosexual when she was oblivious, and I fed her children when she was off at rehab (four times before it 'took').
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Her fever spreads through lines of a plaid mini, over burnt milk, darkened to yellow. Fingers explore fabric folds up and into the lost dimensions of logic.
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Nothing about it//
is attractive- its color, it’s design,/
it’s market value. I leave it be and watch
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It was a pleasant time, my thoughts were mostly good ones, with little effort wasted on regret.
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This was before the cancer, years before. He did this every day: up at five, before Astrid and Max. Four cups of coffee in the machine. A bowl of granola. Five hundred words. Five hundred words no matter goddamn what. Five hundred words on Sunday and Chri
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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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There was an empty box on his facebook page asking to be filled in with, “What’s on your mind?” He thought. "Hair?"
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On an overcast and humid day in August, Jesus—with Dad’s permission, of course—decided to make his grand return.
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