1639 4 2
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Something was changing.
We could sense it in the circling air. A loss of stillness - and we'd been still for so long.
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1639127
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Foolish boy, you chose
your parents poorly-
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16391412
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You call your wife. “Do you see what I see?” you ask.
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16391614
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They are all sleeping, but I know better. I will keep watch and if he comes tonight I will be alert and ready. When he arrives he'll see the slack mouths, the graceless sprawls, hear the grunts, snorts and snores of the other women and then he'll sense me. My eyes will…
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163866
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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163876
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In human rights, a man and a woman may marry and bring forth a family. It is a civil right in the U.S. but not a human right (as far as I know) to raise a child singly without the knowledge of the other parent.
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163801
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Well, just put your hand on my knee, alone in my room, perv, unasked-and-unflirted for, go get a date, you coward, you limp-dicked male bitch . . .
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163883
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the sound of ashes/ being poured in the kitchen
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163898
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When our kids were very young, my wife and I believed it was important to give our children traditions that they could grow up with. One such tradition that we shared each Thanksgiving was to walk down by the cliffs along the ocean. We'd all go, our kids…
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1638910
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it's time for the cold, antiseptic
cloth to briskly remove the evidence.
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163841
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In mid dream, mid journey, there's a barrier we must cross, flat and vast like an ocean. We're told the barrier is a monster. To cross the barrier we must maim one of its eyes. There, rising to the surface is half a large…
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1638104
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I do this when I think of you. Today we took the first steps towards you're never here.
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163822
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Not to sound too ridiculous, but Hurt was giving me the hurt, and it felt good.
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1638124
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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163896
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Everyone loves a story of love
unrequited.
But what about the stories
of the unrequited lovee?
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163820
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In traffic I cry bloody murder, but my bloodlust subsides once I'm in Valhalla. Chip Whitehead wants to see me on the 22nd floor before I start my shift. Charlie and the other suits have been looking at me funny since I sent Chip a memo suggesting the recession…
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16381112
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Regrets lined behind him like crossties on a railroad track.
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163733
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two roses her eyes
aqua-blue
no, blue-green
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163761
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You look at people
and despise them all.
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163774
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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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163733
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163700
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Sora collapsed on the wall to Azure’s squeals. She felt her arm lifted up and placed around Azure’s shoulder.
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163710
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He first saw her stepping off a water taxi by the Long Docks in the rain at night, her right arm atrophied from some early childhood disease, dangling like an apology, her other holding a cigarette. Her wet black hair hung past her shoulders and her eyes
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163762
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Eddie meets Sarah Packard, a “college girl” played by Piper Laurie. She walks with a limp, a fact Eddie doesn’t notice at first because she’s sitting down at a diner table in a bus station. She’s alcoholic and writes poetry.
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163786
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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163700
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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163764
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"...innocent butterflies of pollution
trapped and entangled,"
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163775
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He plucks the feathers and winds thread to simulate an insect’s torso.
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163722
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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1637127
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strung from her window to a tree
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