1700 7 4
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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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170020
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Contemporary persecution of Christians takes on milder forms of torture like having to explain away something Pat Robertson said, or constantly having to hear about Fred Phelps picketing funerals because he happens to hate homosexuals.
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170089
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I’m deathly afraid of the pub crawls
of my ancestors, through Bohemia and Fitzrovia
because of the ghosts of alcohol already
etched inside my veins
and the headlong loss of oxygen
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17001211
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169970
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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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169953
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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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169977
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I can barely pick out the numbers on the houses
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1699125
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I walked along the beach today, and there I saw them all; including the latest lost: little Tiven, Tommy, Michaela & my Paul. Grandma painted at her easel, set upon the dune. Uncle Eddie bent in half, laughing like a loon, Oliver growled…
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169954
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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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169922
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169911
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When we started plans for the party, none of us wanted Larry to die, most of all Larry himself.
Actually, when we first started plans for the party, Larry wasn’t dying.
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16992012
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The eyes, luminous and large-
each an infinite bright blue ocean
Wind ruffles feathers
My ego and vanity also/
encourage me not to wear a mask.
An aberration/
that general circumstances/
will remedy, and soon.
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169972
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"Penning a slight of tongue well versed
or worse, a salacious lie..."
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16991613
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He'd hung above her head for months.
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1699104
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A Parody of Keats I stood at silent thought upon a clump Of nettles, swaying in the od'rous air- That blew from my own trousers, by the dump; That it had not blown more lent me despair. The dulcet horn gave melody, rare…
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169900
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For you –
because you deserve more effort
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169986
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Our afterlife depends upon//
what interesting shape
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169876
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you might as well be blind
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169877
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We are/no more than heartbeats on repeat.
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169888
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-Love is a rushing
of blood
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16981110
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44 miles out
the gauntlet of Red River pines
cast shadows pointing north.
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169820
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[B]y fleeing the city to live on the outskirts of nowhere—a place so far off the beaten path that even Duras’s aging Mr. Andesmas would have felt isolated—I was of course trying to escape from none other than myself.
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16981111
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Vera Wang I saw you on Oprah today girl. Oh no no no.
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1698109
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What grabbed the mind when you heard about it was the way he did it.
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169831
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As a rule, she calls me whenever she’s waiting for her train or bus. ‘Hiya… How’s life-’ she starts off sweetly. Even though I should know better by now, I can only respond in the same old way. I’ll say: ‘Hi Kate!’. Next, I’ll try to te
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169753
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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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1697109
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Polylinguists lash me
with tongues I cannot conjugate
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169782
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13 rooks on a lifeless tree
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16971916
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severe snow storm coming. I'm looking for a parking spot and listening to Machito & Charlie Parker
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169774
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He calls it an owl glass: he’s allowed: he’s six.
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