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Regrets lined behind him like crossties on a railroad track.
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“I won't live here,” Beth said, waving her hand to indicate the small Southern town in which they were having dinner—the most delicious fried chicken either of them had ever tasted—in a restaurant located in an antebellum mansion. She looked…
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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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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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The lungs forsake their love of breath. The arms/
resist throwing off the small weight of sheets.
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166344
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It was a dark and stormy night.
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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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1663128
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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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166322
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He just had to tell somebody. Anybody.
So he called up his publisher, L., who agreed to meet him at Oliveira’s for a drink. It only took about ten minutes to walk there from his big duplex in the Elmwood, where he was still living with his wife among
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He repeated these six words like a prayer. His only confession.
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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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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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Marv felt a stirring. Warmth in his gut. "Maybe we should get together," Marv said.
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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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If I felt like reading a book
then I would read a book
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166276
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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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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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-Love is a rushing
of blood
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166222
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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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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I'm subconsciously a sucker for guys who are no good for my
self-esteem. Or waistline.
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1662128
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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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moonbeams unrecognized language
steadies my course
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He gave her cancer. He gave her cancer.
Not what she said. She said her relationship gave her cancer. Her relationship with him. Gave her cancer.
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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