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“It is not your shoes the Americans complained about!” Roberto yelled, sitting behind his desk, cigar smoke curling around his purple face. “It is your UNDERWEAR!”
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151954
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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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151960
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151942
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I started walking around the Jube like any other sheep, lemming, or penguin: passing plate glass windows, one after another.
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151951
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Two summers later, the ritual began. Carol left her house at midnight, having served her husband and daughter a heavy dinner that left them caged in their sleep. She was like a thief working in reverse: she rose from bed with her husband’s first snore,
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151941
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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151930
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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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151800
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Rosey streaks through the city, dragging a flooded umbrella.
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1518910
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it's time for the cold, antiseptic
cloth to briskly remove the evidence.
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151800
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Sora rubbed her neck as Azure gave her attention. She did not know where to begin, thinking about what to say first.
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things. Like the soufflé
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151854
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...listening to the ache of errs our mouths had become.
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151822
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There’s a crack in the cosmos,
and pink is leaking through.
There’s a crack in the cosmos,
fix the sink, the toilet leak.
There are many cracks in the cosmos,
numerous. This is how time escapes.
Good grief, they’re going to suck the cream
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151711
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"Shit," said the Charge Nurse. "Not again."
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1517179
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Shakespeare had red hair / Van Gogh never painted a nude
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151751
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I have a tablet called, The Shit List...
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1517177
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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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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151755
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I got an email notification that your relationship status had changed to Single...
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151700
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Coagulating sky, a turbulentheave of orange, blood red,hell's fire smeared —below, tar seas bulgeat the seams, engulfing ships.Pier-bound she streaksand wails as the seaswells and threatens to claim —, corpse head, baldeyes, her death robescling to…
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151755
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Vibrations of a cavern a mile beneath silver willows.At two in the morning beyond the Sheratona lumination of pollution intercedes realism.Cardinals and doves develop their melodyprogressively caught in beat/heart echoes,as with spelunker canaries fluting noxious gasa small…
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It's time, more than anything
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As they lay in the pasture on a warm summer's afternoon, with the sky blue, the sun shining, he looked across at her, peacefully asleep by his side. How he loved her. Their year together had been one of joy and happiness.He idly nibbled on a blade of grass, remembering the…
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151710
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This must never get out in the press, for it would cause widespread panic. The priests would surround my house, not to mention the police and possibly the army. Castor Desayuno has come back from the dead!
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But that night we were happy, looking all around at the bright lights of the several cities that we could see.
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