1711 7 4
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I break your flesh
and make music
on the harp of your bones.
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171165
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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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171000
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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.
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1710172
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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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171063
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“I mean it, Hanna. I don't want you to.” But his leg felt carved away where her head had lain. One stupid thing jostling another for attention. He was afraid that if she touched him again, he'd have her on the ground.
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171045
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The last time Cyrus rode in a train’s passenger car, he came home a dead man.
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171040
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Little stuff at first: mistaking their dog for a cat, attempting to start the car with a bar of soap, or using a newspaper to dry the dishes. Lately, he’d been slipping: calling her by his mother’s name during sex, berating his boss for lackluster profit
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1710198
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A proper study of human history should
lead the student to an inescapable desire
to commit suicide
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171020
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From somewhere beneath the train, steam rose, which was—of course—puzzling as the train was powered by electricity. The steam condensed on the windows of the cars, making tears streak across the surface. Perhaps that was why the woman’s cheeks were shinin
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1710104
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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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170974
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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.
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170931
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The TV projects from an insect arm. It has the face of my ex-husband, smiling and void. I like to set small fires and inhale them.
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170943
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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170900
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"One-upmanship" is a strategy for defeating an opponent somewhat unfairly without actually cheating.
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170930
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white-gray mounds persist
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170922
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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170977
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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…
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170866
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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17081511
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Poor, pocked Ceres- dwarf planet/
trapped among mere asteroids-
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170844
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It was a dark and stormy night.
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170843
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Atlanta, 1990The night we almost died,crushed at a one-hit wonder concert,comes back to mewhen the club announces it's closing.An ancient excelsior millturned industrial dance hall,I spent three years mapping every dark corner, finding secret places for sex and…
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170800
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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.
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170821
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She picked the fish out of the box leaving a pool of mucus and blood slowly congealing on the shelf and dripped it toward the kitchen table. Outside the wind lashed the tops of the poplar trees together and rain sprayed from the barn roof opposite.
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170811
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Later, your father stared, confused, at the empty spot where the wall paint layers ended in the shape of the old machines. He stopped coming in.
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1708106
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Eight days before her 50th birthday they were married in their soft new pajamas, holding hands on his bed in the hospital. The pastor and witnesses wore protective hospital gowns and gloves; the patient was in isolation once again. A special dispensation from the head…
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170852
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I’ve just moved to New York City and, somehow, Scarlett Johansson is at the same party I’m at.
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170710
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When Mt. St. Helens erupted, I knew that was the end of Bigfoot.
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1707105
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He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
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170721
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Tell them words are math counting forever four letters of truth
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17071716
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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