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I fully intend to show Hamilton the delights of soft Oriental carpeting and a delicious new position I learned not long ago. It involves a silk scarf, a leather strap and some aromatic herbs.
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She left knives and hot pots with handles akimbo. Like a guardian angel, he turned them in. Like an ungrateful Eve, she turned them back out.
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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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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And now, the weather. The Cloud Wranglers have roped three solid clouds this morning, preventing the clouds from raining iron bars onto Human Brain Storage Center #17.
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This must never get out in the press, for it would cause widespread panic. The priests would surround my house, not to mention the police and possibly the army. Castor Desayuno has come back from the dead!
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Warning: Open and read before making any dumb-ass New Year's resolutions.
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William Shakespeare (a surname that meant "wanker" back in the day, by the way)
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The next week, she sends a small white box in the mail / with tissue paper, a ceramic mold the color of bleached bone—
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Mrs. L. was sitting on a love seat in her nightgown. She was sitting in a man’s lap....
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Emma Louise is walking over a concrete bridge when she spies, out of the corner of her eye, a man fishing, waist deep, in the river tumbling below. She is thinking that the water must be very cold on this autumn day, when she sees an extraordinary thing.
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The Judge waited for the perfect wave.
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"Dennis," she started "exactly what the fuck are you looking at?"
"Your tits" I replied.
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I remember having a beer once
And feeling like a minor god
And I know in some lie you told
Your life began making sense
And I also know that the mind likes logic
But the heart loves chaos
I just hope flies land on the butter of your soul
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Now you are a raving bare-forked fool madman with nothing.
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But I don't see the cabinets, or know how to put the 4 chapters he's talking about today into the drawers that are invisible, floating, above his bed he's been in for a year, me sitting next to him, becoming a spinster.
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“Can you adopt if you work for the circus?” I asked her
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Mo Dean woke up sober.
And tired.
Tired of life, of soiled pants, rash, vomit, and whiskey sweat. Tired of holes in his pockets and blisters on his feet, of hanging signs asking for dimes and getting only pennies. And most of all, tired of the police.
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The print is not ideal, it's true.
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The note was a lie, multiplied through each member of its potential audience....
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graves left or graves lost, into silence death sinks:/it's leaving the living that leaves us such pain.
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Why yes I began writing this, my bildungsroman, Who is Mitsy Jackson, in spring, 1974 or thereabouts, and thank you so much for asking.
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someone left graffiti on the billboard
over: "God's a hard
act to follow"; the one that made the news
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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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Everybody needs a flaw or two. It builds character.
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I realize the kid is still smoking. Shocked, I tear the cigarette from his mouth, throw it to the earth, and grind it to death with the heel of my boot.
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“Easter’s coming,” my wife says. “Should I dress as a bunny or a chicken?” she asks. She means for the costume party.
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We cannot love the past...
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