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"You've fallen out of love with me, is that it? That you'll leave me for another girl, who has bigger boobs and fucks you better than I do."
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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Sir Reginald Lionel Windsworth described the match in Englishmen's Lahore Gazette as, "A plethora of mistakes and complete absence of human sense."
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Yes, he'll be quiet. Very quiet. He rocks himself, the ark, suddenly imagining water underneath him, over head, all around. Water, water, water—
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a girl with wolves, dogs and a bear
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Foolish boy, you chose
your parents poorly-
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Our afterlife depends upon//
what interesting shape
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["Mea Culpa" means: I don't care what you think, sorry is when I feel like making you hear me say it.]
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This Tippy’s name was Cheryl — something both of them were so far not committing to paper or saying. Unusual in a salesman, she thought. He is insincere and intends to sell her something.
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You look at people
and despise them all.
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Zinvushka Zokolovskaya and I first met at the local botanical garden.
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5 Narratives From The Field Museum (Naturally) 1. The American wife asked her French husband why it took him 50 words to ask which pass they would need. He said, “Because it does,” and they argued more, each in their own words. 2. The child…
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By February, I had decided,
That you'd tear out my throat every morning
if it meant your favorite song would play from my neck.
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Rosea plays a bohemian plainsong for the cosmonauts among us, while her fuzzy apple hips spit glitter, spin strobes: pink shades of pantyline flicker; lip-licked neon hues scrape strings in B sharp, a gloomy clue.
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THE man in the tent with the stick points to the chart on the wall and says to us all: the stats point to the end of the war by the end of the fall. A just war, not just oil. Just then Allah's shadow comes over the scene. He's here to stiffen his troops with some …
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There were echoes all around them, their shadows delirious and only existed in short spurts under the breath of the streetlights. They danced as their cigarettes leaked calligraphy across the night sky and she tried to trace it with her finger. He asked her what it said…
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Mayumi could see as far as her eyes could, all the buildings hugged by the trees. Roads stretching outward as if reaching for something far away.
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a mere forty years/and maybe you become twelve,/maybe sixty-three.
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This is Peter’s office. The room is small, and the wood paneling is painted white. Light colors, Peter has been told, make a room appear larger.
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13 rooks on a lifeless tree
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He calls it an owl glass: he’s allowed: he’s six.
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The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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She came to my house late that last night and shucked off her things and we slow-danced to Cruisin' as beaded rainwater slid off her black hair to the floor. She smiled an almost quizzical smile as she drank me there with her eyes, as if I was some…
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I don’t want to debate polemics while I’m sweaty and naked. I just want my hair cut.
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I look down at my free of clothing genitalia and curiously note that the testicles sprout from above my erect penis, and my scrotum is so taut, hard and shriveled as to conjure squished images of a gigantic pink peanut.
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strung from her window to a tree
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I must have been six years old at that time, but the events of…
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Regrets lined behind him like crossties on a railroad track.
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... and the train pulls up and my shadow from yesterday steps off, and I'm standing on one leg balancing just like the weather between winter and spring, I hear a siren and my heart races, I'm about to step aboard when I hear footsteps behind me and two hands cover my eyes…
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