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It was a dark and stormy night.
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166281
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The dowdy woman in fart nailed the vim.
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166221
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What was so bad about other religions that their followers were automatically condemned to eternal damnation? The priests were so convincing when they claimed Christ was the only true way.
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166231
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166242
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166231
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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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166170
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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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166176
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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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I figure maybe I’m mostly alone; they are all running down staircases or falling down fire escapes, some of them naked, some of them with towels, mostly probably naked though.
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1661105
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He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
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166100
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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166141
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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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1661128
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fetal position can make a man seem small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry...
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166121
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He repeated these six words like a prayer. His only confession.
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1661128
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Trigger warning: casualties of war.
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166100
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There were echoes all around them, their shadows delirious and only existed in short spurts under the breath of the streetlights. They danced as their cigarettes leaked calligraphy across the night sky and she tried to trace it with her finger. He asked her what it said…
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He liked to take pictures of her, and she liked to pose. It made her horny, she said.
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Cézanne sags during a moment of paint. There is an umbrella in the room whose surface collects his thoughts. Outside, in the rain, the grass and garden smell strongly of spring. Fruit litters the table. Light through the window writhes in conversation with shape and…
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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1660115
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If I felt like reading a book
then I would read a book
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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166077
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I can barely pick out the numbers on the houses
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16601010
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My lipline's retreated since Tuesday. I'll toss those Hazel Bishop reds, (lipstick on shriveled lips rattles men, scares little children) skip Woolworth's cosmetics counter, save backaching, ankleswelling pondering of powders, rouges, …
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16601211
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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166021
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You were gone, long gone, and I could no longer smell your scent as I walked through the empty house. I couldn't bring myself to unpack the boxes, and they lurked like a forest of overgrown drab Legos.
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166072
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"Penning a slight of tongue well versed
or worse, a salacious lie..."
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I went to a drum circle next night under the full moon in May, scotch broom and lilacs blooming. One does not inhale such aphrodisiacs without losing one’s balance. There were children of druids and pagans and stregas from lands over the sea, lands beyo
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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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Bill decided he hated his neighbors on a Sunday morning in June.
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