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I wonder how many crumbs
he can drop to make a cookie,
whole, so I can relax a little
and throw out the self help books
about how I'm not right in
the motherfucking head,
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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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167032
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Each time his eyes closed, he shook off the sleep, whimpered, and opened them wide again. I’d never watched a baby fall asleep before, but I realized at that time that falling asleep could be a scary thing. The world gets fuzzy and starts slipping awa
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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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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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167096
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He brought me kisses from New York.
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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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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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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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166941
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The strawberries remind me of you,Fat and fleshy,Pimple-dimpled.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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166953
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"and I turned to you, at some joke we shared,
and saw winter ease its hand,"
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166952
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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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166988
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If I saw a little old man out there, a fellow with a hunched up back, I shouldn't be afraid.
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166901
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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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1669104
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Come, bring your sadness
to the precipice of my body,
bury it within me like a tool
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1669106
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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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166932
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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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166877
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It's important to make a sure sound. It's not impossible you know. It's just funny I suppose, like being in a dream of another dream. All these things could be mashed and tumbled together to make us one big clay hero, someone…
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166853
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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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166811
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King's splendid stronghold Pressing down the earth below Broken by the grass
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166800
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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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166800
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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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166875
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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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166822
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So it's me and two other girls...
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166844
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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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