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Past Imperfect, Future Imperfect

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A proper study of human history should lead the student to an inescapable desire to commit suicide

Texas Weather Triptych

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I worry for the daffodils/ and there optimistic yellow bursts./ I worry for the over-eager clover,// prodigious green on crepe myrtles,/ even for the early green of nut grass.

The True Price of Bed and a Bath

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So it's me and two other girls...

Yellow Dining Room (from The New Yorker)

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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...

Texas Spleen

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Can we survive our Y chromosome?

Dirty Movies

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He liked to take pictures of her, and she liked to pose. It made her horny, she said.

recipe

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secret recipe

Doctor My Eyes: The Ultimate Cataract Surgery Mix Tape

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Q: What's the best song to sing to your doc before cataract surgery? A: I Only Have Eyes For You

Just the Facts

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skin cancer walks along Zuma beach at noon

My Smelly Valentine

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He asked me if I was going to buy Valentine's for the office this year, and I shook my head. We were in the dollar store, February 13, and I could get a box of twenty kids' Valentines with last year's favourite cartoon…

A Little Load of Paint

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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…

Freedom

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I was seeing the owl lady from time to time when I met Caroline.

Impressionist Modern

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I'd never seen a dead person before, let alone one that was living just seconds earlier.

Once upon a time.

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"Tell me a story."

When To Wear Mascara

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it's time for the cold, antiseptic cloth to briskly remove the evidence.

PARK

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Shadows from a star Never too close Never too far

Lawn

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white-gray mounds persist

Some Splendor In Some Grass

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As they lay in the pasture on a warm summer's afternoon, with the sky blue, the sun shining, he looked across at her, peacefully asleep by his side. How he loved her. Their year together had been one of joy and happiness.He idly nibbled on a blade of grass, remembering the…

How I Lost 1 lb Per Day

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Warning: Open and read before making any dumb-ass New Year's resolutions.

Brain Cleaning & Repair

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You've been given some really cruel thoughts that are not your own.You've been given some really stupid sets of rules which are impossibleto follow. You can learn to manage for yourself. Remember who youwere before they told you who you were. You've been trainedsince birth…

Seeking...

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I'm subconsciously a sucker for guys who are no good for my self-esteem. Or waistline.

Circus-thrust the Night Copier (ELECTRIC DELIRIUM 1.6)

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Her fever spreads through lines of a plaid mini, over burnt milk, darkened to yellow. Fingers explore fabric folds up and into the lost dimensions of logic.

Over The Moon

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She was as beautiful as flowers in a dream

Last Words

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I met Barry Hannah once in my life. I’d come to Oxford, MS, to meet an entirely different writer whom I thought then and think now very highly of. I’d also come to escape from another slew of regrets. Oxford is a great city to run away to.

The Long Walk Home

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The last time Cyrus rode in a train’s passenger car, he came home a dead man.

So Few Dreams

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So few dreams are the doors they seem.

Small Snow Haiku.

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A small snow.

Arcana Magi Memorial Vol.3 - c.4

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Their faces covered in shadow, smiles so relaxing, a tall woman approached her, gently rubbing her face. Her lips moved with no sound, but Sora subconsciously understood what she said.

Poem to My New Lover, All for Free

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Come, bring your sadness to the precipice of my body, bury it within me like a tool

Navigation and Perseverance

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“Gladys Miller!” the dog shouted. “Live a little. TiVo it.”