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His looks were polished like his shoes, his hair as black. No one would have guessed he made his living as a thief.
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we're not at war / with the world. We have papers.
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1524109
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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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Every Monday you brought your Sunday finest to the bus stop...
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152420
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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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152411
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...the dead have...communicated into the high tech microwave towers of modern Prague. And their messages now may mount to the stars, confusing millions.
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1524114
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The flash of love was real, the life within her was real, and the main thing now was to climb.
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152464
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We bobbed and weaved using our words like the sniffs of two unfamiliar dogs in a Wal-mart parking lot. Wary, but sensing we could be more than just polite neighbors, once we got past the normal darkness of strangers. There was no plot to our story yet, but we both seemed to…
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152485
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The army was bulldozing grandmother's house.
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152388
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It is the first day of summer, a blue-green afternoon, and we sit beneath the English oak, Quercus robur. Everything has at least two names. It is the first day of summer, or the last day of something else.
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152311
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Published in Exquisite CorpseI…
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15231612
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She was as beautiful as flowers in a dream
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152320
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The wind blows off the ocean soft and cool. I close my eyes in hopes to strengthen my sense of touch. A bit of sand wriggles through my teeth; crunchy and salty like spoiled oven-roasted peanuts. I imagine the air would smell like low tide if it wasn't constantly…
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1523126
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Defy the impulse to grow beyond/
your means and the means of the/
place where you lie at night.
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152341
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threads of Cocoa Krispies
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152352
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Maybe this very short story is about shyness. Maybe. I'm not sure.
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152331
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As a rule, she calls me whenever she’s waiting for her train or bus. ‘Hiya… How’s life-’ she starts off sweetly. Even though I should know better by now, I can only respond in the same old way. I’ll say: ‘Hi Kate!’. Next, I’ll try to te
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152362
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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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1523179
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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
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15222413
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I would fly drones with hydrochloric acid sprays/
over their squadrons and watch the disfigurement/
begin. I love disfigurement...
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152233
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Trisha dreamed of being a Playboy Bunny since the days she still had buck-teeth and fried egg boobs. She blu-tacked page threes above her bed-head and had me snap topless Polaroids till they littered the floor. She told me to imagine she had 36DDs and per
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152263
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N-n-never screamscold a cat.
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15222310
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If I should wake/
before I die,/
just shoot me through/
the one good eye.
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152295
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My body feels chilly but it's not from the outside temps. It seems to me it's the opposite of a fever.
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152253
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It was midnight. I was outside the cottage, digging another row of star-shaped holes for the shrubbery.
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152282
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The ocean smelled like decomposed plant life and clinically despicable vagina, but I still spoke of its power and my fear of it in moonlit clichés and she still listened.
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152200
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There was all this pomp and circumstance. We were each outfitted with robes, red of course, and mortar-boards with a gold tassel dangling over one eye. It made me positively dizzy. Plus I was extremely hung-over that day.
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152211
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With each step, that cold hand steals ever upward.
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152221
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The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul
With tattered billboards
Scraped and clawed by vehement dust
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