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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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164882
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13 rooks on a lifeless tree
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164800
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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164842
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I was raised in a big city in the slow South. I know a little about cross cultural dining and where Delta Blues collides with Sly Stone, Al Green, and Zeppelin. Dirty rice in the Dirty South. Fried chicken, collards, and pintos. Fried velveeta…
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164855
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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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1648124
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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164845
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Lawrence Light had two degrees: business and theology. I liked the clean font he chose for his resume. At the interview, his face was open. His eyes were bright.
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164862
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I took a lover on Ibiza either because he was clean-smelling or because he had a hotel room and there were none to be had.
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164832
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The night we broke into Bron-yr-Aur it was too cold to make love. I said I wasn't horny anyway. You put your hand on my forehead: Are you ill?
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164833
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16481112
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Regrets lined behind him like crossties on a railroad track.
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164766
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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164795
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as distant lights
all must shiver
before joining in
a Milky Way river
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164710
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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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164776
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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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164753
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She worked the research desk. Like most ladies before computers and cell-phones she lead a quiet conservative life. She wore dresses, spent time with family and friends...Emma also had been stricken as a child
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16471716
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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164763
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A week ago, Lina had felt a pain crack over her right eyebrow. It was there every day, creeping from her ear to the middle of her forehead.
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164733
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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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1647104
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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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164722
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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1647127
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strung from her window to a tree
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164743
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1647106
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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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164600
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Under the darkness of their new city. The heave and moan of structures as they breathed and pulsed. Under the darkness of this city, under the hum of their florescent bulbs and the tumbling rattle of motorcars, the wheeze of their machines and the clank o
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164600
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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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164641
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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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164688
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that doesn't need any words to arrive fully formed, or too many words to be believed in at all I should say, a little something we can simply send back and forth across your time and my space without having to talk at length about it, but being a …
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164621
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He repeated these six words like a prayer. His only confession.
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164642
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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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