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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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170511
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After years of unsustainable binge spending and a global economic semi-meltdown, most people have had to cut back on their expenses. Many folks are struggling to make do in this new and bewildering economy and we are all learning to live on our means, rather than beyond…
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1705126
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Defy the impulse to grow beyond/
your means and the means of the/
place where you lie at night.
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170577
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I can barely pick out the numbers on the houses
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170532
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She never saw me pull the wings off live flies or throw wood lice in the fire just to see them shrivel, drown a beetle in a stream of warm pee.
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17051510
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170554
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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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170500
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Late spring, summer before cancer. Frank drove Max and his pal Jason to Cincinnati for their first rock show. Less Than Jake at Bogart's. A two-hour drive for ska-punk.
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170511
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Tension slipped from my grip on the dagger as my legs and faith fell apart.
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170576
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1705104
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"Nice one, sir," the toilet said.
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1705117
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No bustling inside
No extruded amber
Wings onyx straight jackets
A low hum of displeasure.
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170470
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I heard this story from my grandmother who heard it from her grandmother who heard it from an uncle, who was a monkey.
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170400
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“There goes that slut Kerri Stanton,” the immense woman behind the counter chuckled to her patron. “Who the hell does she think she is?”
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170453
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All I wanted to know was: Am I coming close? You could have given me a clue. How was I to know how deep the scar ran? I always thought scars were superficial, but I was young, and willing – what did I know?
What would they have done if they had come
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170474
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God damn you women get me all /
twisted up thinking oohrahrah and lala
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170451
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His shirt, striped, fuzzy, is of fabric like velour and wreaks havoc with sunlight. His seat faces the aisle, I am sitting forward-faced across the aisle, we are on a half-full city bus, this afternoon.It is a funny shirt so I smile. I am not smiling because of…
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170488
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-Love is a rushing
of blood
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170466
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some days are
minotaur shit on your tongue/
smokestacks dumping acid rain on your already thinning hair
your eyelashes pinned in upside down, backward/you give wrong shaving directions to the mirror
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170421
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Ug seemed kinda down in the dumps so, uncharacteristically for a male hominid, I asked him why he looked so glum.
“Ug no find nice girl,” he said, poking a stick in the dirt.
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170493
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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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170422
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He just had to tell somebody. Anybody.
So he called up his publisher, L., who agreed to meet him at Oliveira’s for a drink. It only took about ten minutes to walk there from his big duplex in the Elmwood, where he was still living with his wife among
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170440
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Holy shit, man, look at that!” Mike's pimply face melts into drooling bliss. His dad had stopped in this whacko town on the way to our campsite, muttered something about angry lesbians, and disappeared. Rick and I follow Mike's dumbstruck gaze to a shop…
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170472
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"Penning a slight of tongue well versed
or worse, a salacious lie..."
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170465
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In your mouth is the attic studio
Where your father’s brushes lie wet with water
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170431
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My mind raced at the endless possibilities one could die while driving to get a pizza.
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170400
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For you –
because you deserve more effort
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170454
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Bill decided he hated his neighbors on a Sunday morning in June.
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170363
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"...easier to get milk from a male tiger than mercy from him."
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170361
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The unpublished writer remembered the carnage that surrounded his Foxhole in France and decided he was done praying. All around lay the evidence that no one was listening. The drunken pastor stumbled away.
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