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ABSOLUTELY DO NOT TAKE PICTURES OF ROBOTS!
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165920
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The building ejects my condominium like an enormous videocassette.
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165911
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There is no cement stronger than the one holding a miserable couple together.
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165992
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Cat's ass was on fire. The roof was scorching hot. Her clothes were in a pile by the door that led to the roof. She was sitting next to the ventilation duct, her hands outstretched behind her, her knees bent before her. Jim was standing in front of…
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165998
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we name invasive species,
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1659117
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BECAUSE to fuck is an incidental REASON to be here
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165964
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bassackward/in the surreal/bathroom mirror
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165941
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We cannot love the past...
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1659107
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The tech turns off the music. The capsule blares. I am in Jurassic Park with Sam Neill. I am Timmy, descending the electrified fence, almost toast. I am Karen Silkwood, a deer in the headlights, then showering off plutonium. A garbage truck is compacting
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165974
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They were
obviously having
some secret
beach affair.
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165822
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There's a large tunnel that runs under my house. I can only estimate but it's not deep below the ground and that's what worries me.
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165810
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She took a deep breath. Last night, she said, Who was the woman?
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1658104
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The next day I can’t recall at all, a waste, like the flash of twenty years of my life, faces that pass you like comets in some erogenous unnamed zone of night, but they got me in some isolation room with my wrists in leather restraints.
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165832
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I turned a maiden to a witch / and back again
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165865
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I dragged you that last half mile Me such a slip of a thing, one bite mark visible You the bear, your growl now only audible When you furred from kerb to road to kerb The December snow followed us Dragging Christmas red behind you As I ignored my…
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165821
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Ben was in no mood for games. His ribs hurt and his eye was painful. He would have to tell this girl, who had flicked her tongue in his ear and who did not sound like Sophie, to get lost
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16582714
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Its intelligence won’t be/
diminished when you take/
a bone saw to its cranium
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1658189
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The Street singer gathers up his coins
and counts to a hundred before
The last string stops vibrating
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165852
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Roy Carver owned a big tire retreading outfit over on the Mississippi.
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165877
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A new philosophy stirs in its surgery.
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165800
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... and photos of friends from former lives: the Wolfman; Drac; the Mummy; my ungrateful Son; even my gold-digging, coat-tailer ex-wife.
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165800
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From Berlin to Arcturus. I squeeze Sevigny’s wrist, wish Izzy could be here, but she’s melting salt in Utah. We were on our way to Los Angeles. I’ve booked the horror room.
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165833
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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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165743
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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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165774
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They found it naught however as it was lost at metro stops, canceled appointments and in ever dimming light that failed to reflect what was instead of what could have been.
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165773
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I did do one nice thing for you
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165700
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Street by street, non-combatants ran away. Each one passed by the Society and law enforcement screaming.
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165771
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Things don't always go to plan. Gem knew what people would have said back then, of course. She wasn't stupid.
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165731
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He came to a spot on the edge of the strawberry fields where he liked to sit with his brother and watch the turkey buzzards circle overhead
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165776
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I keep attempting to start a correspondence with people / but they end up not being interested in me, / either that or I scare them away / because I usually begin with: / “Well, my favorite philosopher is Hegel..."
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