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Now you are a raving bare-forked fool madman with nothing.
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Warning: Open and read before making any dumb-ass New Year's resolutions.
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A short triangular plastic shovels into the/White plastic container filled with topaz crystal-like/Salt granulars. Scratchy sandy sounds echo.
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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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She wakes up sad. She can't shit. She spreads out the foil. no creases. folds it in half. She puts the stuff in the crease. holds a lighter under it. A zippo. then smokes it. Well smokes the smoke. It's like kissing god or the…
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Marge bought the rug on-line.
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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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graves left or graves lost, into silence death sinks:/it's leaving the living that leaves us such pain.
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Thirty years later – and all the years in between – Alan Walton would remember how insidious it was, the anger that started that night with Quinton Harris, fifteen years old and the undisputed leader of the troop, and spread like a virus to the other boys
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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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Mrs. L. was sitting on a love seat in her nightgown. She was sitting in a man’s lap....
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As the four flew beside each other, they shared their stories and got to know one another. Soon they learned from the voice what was happening.
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The Judge waited for the perfect wave.
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She said, “I think I’m pregnant,” but I thought that the sidewalk looked cleaner than usual,
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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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We cannot love the past...
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Say the world is a smudged charcoal drawing. Slit from its frame, smuggled out of the Vatican. Don't say it couldn't happen. Who would know.
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I catch a glimpse of myself in the small mirror on the adjacent wall and find myself becoming shy at my own reflection, which is ludicrous in theory, shying away from oneself, but as I lock onto the few freckles I have spread neatly on both cheeks...
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When hadrons collide they’re not always Swiss. They may be cheese or neutral but that isn’t of my concern.
Look at them, touch them, feel them, the quirks of the antiquarks, masonic mesons, baron baryon.
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It was only a dream. No one died, nor were they even harmed. So horrifying!
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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 wind mistook your arms for wings
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William Shakespeare (a surname that meant "wanker" back in the day, by the way)
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“Can you adopt if you work for the circus?” I asked her
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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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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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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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Things looked way too normal to be normal. The cold, gliding black eyed swans never once straying far from each other's wake, the cute blue jeaned lovers everyone secretly watched carefully picking their trickling way over small odd rocks and…
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