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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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158900
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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 I was young and self-born in religion my aunts, uninterested in being washed in the Blood of Christ, called me Preacher Boy. I didn't pay them any attention. It was fine by me, I said, if they wanted to sit around and paint their toenails . . .
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158921
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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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158971
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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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I hold them to the light...
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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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158921
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Now you are a raving bare-forked fool madman with nothing.
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158920
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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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Warning: Open and read before making any dumb-ass New Year's resolutions.
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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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The note was a lie, multiplied through each member of its potential audience....
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158821
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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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It was only a dream. No one died, nor were they even harmed. So horrifying!
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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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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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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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“Can you adopt if you work for the circus?” I asked her
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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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someone left graffiti on the billboard
over: "God's a hard
act to follow"; the one that made the news
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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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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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158721
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The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul
With tattered billboards
Scraped and clawed by vehement dust
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The questions we ask ourselves define who we are as a culture. “What is the meaning of life?” “Is there a God?” “Does anybody really know what time it is?” “Where the hell did I put my car keys?” To see what…
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The print is not ideal, it's true.
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It is within my nature, and many others I know, to cling to what’s consistent and certain: the battles fought in the war for survival and the organic camaraderie borne in the trenches. Sometimes the quest and the people we commiserate with along the way
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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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