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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
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1660169
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Have you ever spent twilight in a old pasture?
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166010
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That night we went out to shoot some pool at the pool hall over on Durant Avenue, which was above a bar called Kip’s. Rotten Bobby walked in with his own damn pool cue, which came broken down in two pieces. He carried it in a narrow felt-lined carrying
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166010
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I laughed maniacally in my head at the thought, but I kept picking at it all the same, the bunnies had plans for us.
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166052
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Send me a secret story in a song just for me
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166075
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The easiest and most legal way to pick up a woman is to take a single, writer friend with you to a bar. While there, look for the woman you are interested in. Her? Are you sure? Okay then. Next, tell your writer friend that the woman keeps looking at him when he's…
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166042
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How hard it is to pretend to be someone else. Alone, together, in the silence... I thought about how you must really like me to act quite like that. I wanted to hold your hand and read the unsent love letters.
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166012
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I have no confidence that you'll complete the task. Shit, you probably don't even understand it in the slightest.
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1660117
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Except with the language I was born to./
Occasionally, with painters and collagists-//
dead now, typically- who can’t voice/
opposition to my misappropriations.
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166052
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Maybe this very short story is about shyness. Maybe. I'm not sure.
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166031
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Warning: Open and read before making any dumb-ass New Year's resolutions.
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16601910
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1660107
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For you have waited. And waited and waited. And soon your slice of bread will be ready.
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166000
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My gaze could have gutted any man. Any man, but John Marcy. History would write that John Marcy was a traitor to his country. Public enemy number one in the state of New York. When that probably couldn’t be farther from the truth.
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165963
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"Thanks for the wild sex--let me know if you have any problems with the lint trap."
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165922
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There she is. A paper doll of me. The dress, the lilt, the self-hatred. The crowd thins and swells in want of a scene. Conversations begin, pretend, then halt. My gin and tonic sweats into my hand and I lick at the…
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165921
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“They say she lives alone out there.” “What, like out in the woods?” “Not like way back in a cabin or anything, but in a little house out there off the road. I'm not even sure she has a car.” “What, does she…
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165953
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Little mercy, ten fingers, ten toes.
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165911
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Directions: Match the stanza to the Beat icon:
A. William S. Burroughs
B. Peter Orlovsky
C. Jack Kerouac
D. Carl Solomon
E. Allen Ginsberg
F. Neal Cassidy
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1659126
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forced to submit/
to reasonableness//
and universal healthcare.
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1659175
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I'm old enough to be her father.
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165953
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“But I don't HAVE an accent,” she said. With an accent. “Tell him I don't have an accent, y'all.” Looking from one friend to another. Messy ponytail bouncing. I just stared. I may have blinked. A couple times. Every syllable…
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165953
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We sat in silence, the entire train, the few other passengers in anxious wait to see if I would change my mind. We all flipped pages, glanced up at each other, looked away when noticed.
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165952
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“You done done sumpin’,” the old man guessed, “Sumpin’ bad...”
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1659189
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165976
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In the blacklight of the storm, mother would tremble, spit and sway as the shutters would clatter and she would give away her balance. It was more than my heart could bear. She would always center her accusation with, “your boyfriend is a rake and a flam.” That…
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165900
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Sora rubbed her neck as Azure gave her attention. She did not know where to begin, thinking about what to say first.
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16592311
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Every Monday you brought your Sunday finest to the bus stop...
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1659149
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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165992
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Dear Sir/ Madam I wish to apply for the position you advertised in the Daily Sun. Although my expertise is in self-obliteration and self-worth (or lack of), and my work mainly in disappointment, I do have much experience in failure, which this letter will…
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