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I held her hand through two divorces, I warned her that gorgeous Geoffrey was homosexual when she was oblivious, and I fed her children when she was off at rehab (four times before it 'took').
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166210
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“Well” I say. “What do you think about the dilemma of a guy who’s tortured by a history of incest and bondage?”
“Depends” Says Al. “On who was cested and who was bonded.
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166244
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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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1662105
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He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
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166231
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1662128
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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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166242
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If I felt like reading a book
then I would read a book
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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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166100
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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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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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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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166172
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"Penning a slight of tongue well versed
or worse, a salacious lie..."
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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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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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166066
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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1660147
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like the dome of an immense lamp
like blades of grass at the sweep of the scythe
like a line of cliffs against a tempestuous tide
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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1660109
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Polylinguists lash me
with tongues I cannot conjugate
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166077
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I can barely pick out the numbers on the houses
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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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1660104
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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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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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