1705 6 2
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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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1705104
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Come, bring your sadness
to the precipice of my body,
bury it within me like a tool
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170496
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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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170484
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(the vast preponderance of dark matter and dark energy discernible in these latter days begins to suggest just how dark the humor of existence is) . . .
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170443
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I'd never seen a dead person before, let alone one that was living just
seconds earlier.
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1704109
|
Doofus
National Puppet Radio
Total Bogascity
Sex Cowards
Mein Kampfire
Boner
Hyperventilate
Sewer Video Rats
Psychic Umbrella
Fire Your Psychic!
Tender Brisket
Megatrouser
Puzzlement
University Housecoats
Fuchsia
Big Ass Dawn
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170465
|
Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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170483
|
the sound of ashes/ being poured in the kitchen
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170443
|
Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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170430
|
white-gray mounds persist
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170400
|
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170431
|
Warning: Open and read before making any dumb-ass New Year's resolutions.
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1704136
|
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170353
|
"My ex Maxine claimed red wine was the healthy alcohol choice. When we were married and I still had money she drank the expensive stuff, as if drinking Chateau Montrose 2005 instead of two buck chuck made her any less of a wino. She would have been better
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170344
|
It was a dark and stormy night.
|
1703172
|
You can tend to recognise the difference between a good and mediocre mind by observing how each reacts to a misfired original idea.The mediocre mind will praise the merely meretricious, but ignore the more interesting bad art. The higher mind will value the misfired…
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170365
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The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
|
170365
|
So few dreams are the doors they seem.
|
170322
|
So it's me and two other girls...
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170322
|
...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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1703127
|
strung from her window to a tree
|
170377
|
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…
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170344
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“Gladys Miller!” the dog shouted. “Live a little. TiVo it.”
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1703119
|
skin cancer
walks along Zuma beach
at noon
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170245
|
Paulette lived on the east side on Paulette Avenue. Mama dropped me off when we wanted to play Barbies. Her neighborhood was a little green lily pad in a swamp of blight and disrepair. A ghetto moat ringed around those three fancy blocks like a first line of defense,…
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170200
|
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.
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17021612
|
She was as beautiful as flowers in a dream
|
170274
|
There is a rock somewhere with the truth of the sky in it, the glitter of otherworldly charms that falsify the ugliness of the literal.
|
1702154
|
This cell the sole certainty,
all else steeped in mystery.
Why should we be here?
|
170212
|
An yet we are all inmates...
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