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Running into the fire, the smoke and the chaos;
selfless first responders, innocent bystanders,
and dedicated runners
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163100
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A Nocturne, whose grey mana seeped out of it mouth, grabbed the roof of the building with its large claws. Using it as leverage, it stood itself up, hunched over, its long whale like head roared like a loud horn.
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163164
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I pull into the parking lot and see a group of roosters squawking and trying to overturn an ‘87 Pontiac Bonneville that's caught fire. They're pouring whiskey down their throats. They're weeping over a bag of economy sized frozen breast fillets.
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163133
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Or, today, when early summer sweated the long pants off every woman under the age of thirty. Did I notice the way you looked at them for one, two, three seconds; then didn't, partial to short-shorts. It was sly how you kept them in your line of sight, alm
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163100
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“Gorgonzolla!” The remnant croaked, his eyes wild as he thrust an open hand in Jaffron's direction. A burst of energy tilted Jaffron's pod on its axis and sent it hurtling backwards...
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163164
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Harpo was there with his wife. Harpo’s girlfriend came up behind the couch where I was sitting, and I ran my hand up her leg underneath her dress.
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163144
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I imagine diving into a vat of dried fruit, enjoying the unmistakable sweetness in each shriveled morsel, until I find myself biting into an undetected metal shard.
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16302413
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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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163033
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I can't take it bird by bird because I have neither.
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163043
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Write power
like a purring kitten
eyes wide
without an idea of exactly
how small he is.
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163074
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we're not at war / with the world. We have papers.
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163000
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"You look awfully familiar," said one of the corrupt oil company execs to the dark-haired man with the sunglasses and big sideburns.
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163077
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I wondered if Mr. Slane even knew/
how many dogs he owned
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1630137
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I miss Mother gentling the small of my back. She has forgotten me. Her little girl. Whose thumb she fussed over when a rose thorn scratched it and blood spilled like a secret. Whose smile she said was her morning sunshine, whose hug was incense. I yearn for her lips…
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My flash kept going off. The museum officials are strict about such matters. Sans flash! Sans flash, Monsieur!
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163064
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Everybody needs a flaw or two. It builds character.
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163011
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Zorro lived in his mother’s basement until he could get back on his feet.
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163054
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My wife broke the news to me. She enjoyed it, too, I'm certain of that. It was a juicy piece of gossip.
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16302114
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I don't believe in symbols
but there's a hole
in my living room window
in the shape of a bird
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1630128
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I was hope, and
you were what I can only call
consolation, as day after day you
remained a grief in my throat.
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1630168
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But his muscles fluttered and off he flew
leaving the stink of barnyard on the sheets.
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163033
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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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163000
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She didn’t think of herself as an undesirable, no, she didn’t, but did find herself cowering in face of the presumed judgment of those around her. They had more money, more clout, more everything.
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162973
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I did do one nice thing for you
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162942
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Charles the Bold is holding a pen.
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162930
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16291410
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In those years,
you and I were told to leap
for a world suffused with sound
and industry.
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162942
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The following is a true story, or rather it is a true experience from the story of my life. Some say that just because something happens doesn’t really make it “true”.
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162900
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Like some beautiful yet macabre puppet, she was suspended on strings of wire, painstakingly threaded tubing flowing into her cavities, through her chambers, around her mechanics.
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162953
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I sat at the kitchen counter, aware of a heaviness, a numbness, in my flesh, my bones, my mind. My dancer's body -- short, trim and 108 pounds -- felt as huge and unmoving as the…
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