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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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You’ve known her since grade school and even though you’ve never copped a feel, it gave you a strange chill when you heard boys talking about her breasts, pressing against madras or chamois with some devilish life force, or how one day she’ll fuck l
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Creep up behind me one day and prick my skin. I promise you won’t draw blood – for it is ink that will spurt from my veins.
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Everyone hoped to be assigned somewhere they could just drop in on their way home for Memorial Day weekend. Someone said, Blake, you’re single. You hate your family, don’t you?
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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A sunrise over the dark Atlantic, on a perfect beach day, tasting of salt and warmth and powdered sugar; of last, desperate kisses of youth, still shivering from delicious night, is beautiful.A sunrise over the dark ruins of Syria, on hot dusted stones, tasting of lament…
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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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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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Except for the bathroom stalls—you know the one that goes “Here I sit all broken-hearted”—the only poetry in the house is composed by Hazel, recited to her fawning sycophants.
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Shakespeare had red hair / Van Gogh never painted a nude
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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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Little mercy, ten fingers, ten toes.
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That’s true, you know, what they said about the drummer and spontaneous combustion.
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149162
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Two women sat at a small round table near the sidewalk waiting for the same man.
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She stood there with her back to me and her dress around her ankles.
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So few dreams are the doors they seem.
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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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I was raised in a big city in the slow South. I know a little about cross cultural dining and where Delta Blues collides with Sly Stone, Al Green, and Zeppelin. Dirty rice in the Dirty South. Fried chicken, collards, and pintos. Fried velveeta…
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What's that snitch doin' here?
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"Dennis," she started "exactly what the fuck are you looking at?"
"Your tits" I replied.
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149122
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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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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Just take the mountain curves
as tightly to the inside and
as fast as surface conditions permit
and the road’s edge
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At street level there is a small arrow on which is printed “Museum of Numbers” that points up a long narrow staircase. There is a restaurant on the first floor. All the way up the stairs, the air is permeated with smell of fried foods
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“You own your own burial plot, but you don't own your home,” he'd said, and I couldn't help but agree.
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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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