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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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1484108
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hookers are better educated these days
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148443
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A story about convincing people to do things they don't want to do, written entirely in dialogue; originally published by CHEAP POP.
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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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148400
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Can you see the rut? Can you dig your fingers into the flesh?
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148422
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Suppose Eve, strolling through the sunlit Garden, had not stumbled on that particular Tree at all, the wily serpent twined in its lower branches?
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148300
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Throughout breakfast Quebec kept watching this investor fellow, John Lytle. She tried remembering something about him, about when they'd first met. Her first impressions were very nearly always correct. But all she could bring to memory now was that it
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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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1483169
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Have you ever spent twilight in a old pasture?
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148381
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The dowdy woman in fart nailed the vim.
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148362
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It was only two days before Christmas. Jonathan remembered his mother crying.
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148331
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"She saw they were absorbed in making faces at each other with a smartphone app that enlarged a mouth."
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148333
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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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I worry for the daffodils/
and there optimistic yellow bursts./
I worry for the over-eager clover,//
prodigious green on crepe myrtles,/
even for the early green of nut grass.
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BECAUSE to fuck is an incidental REASON to be here
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148344
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unwrapping
the gauze from her wrists....
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148300
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We were a perfect match of broken pieces of flesh and cobalt. We moved in waves of couch plastic crinkling and clicking.
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148331
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Your favorite nickname
existed only in the bright red
cherry smoldering
at the end of your smoke.
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148222
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No one had told the newer tenants that the dead would be given votes, and they were in an uproar: it wasn’t legal; it wasn’t fair; it was creepy.
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You held my hand when I hit the ground and told me the shakes would start soon.
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148222
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Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
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148200
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The day I met Griffin Burns was the worst day of my adult life. However, it wasn't a series of unfortunate events, one mistake which followed an unlucky break which followed a bad situation; nothing …
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148251
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He was choking on the fumes.
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1482108
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The best thing about being a cowboy is the cows.
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I didn't believe in hiding secrets or broken arrows. So I told my new girlfriend, who in earnest, tried shedding pounds like ugly memories, who glued herself to my shag carpet, watching exerise videos--that I didn't sleep alone. I tried to be as sensitive as possible,…
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A new philosophy stirs in its surgery.
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148294
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In this lab, where I work 40 hours a week,
live the ghosts of questions asked.
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