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Mo Dean woke up sober.
And tired.
Tired of life, of soiled pants, rash, vomit, and whiskey sweat. Tired of holes in his pockets and blisters on his feet, of hanging signs asking for dimes and getting only pennies. And most of all, tired of the police.
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The world doesn'tend just becauseyou want it to.Bonus poems:The Poet(Series 1)by Darryl PricePoet in a TreeYeah, well, it's not up here either. Although the everything and nothing view is nice. Only because it doesn't have any abandoned cars in it. I'm…
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The sun was at the edge of the earth. The shadows around Ayane and her friends brought the creature closer.
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Takashi and Hideki stared at the pool of grey Mana. A scientist carefully contained some of the mist into a container.
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But Jake doesn't hear anything. He is pure, unfiltered, liquid rage. Jake kicks Rolex dude once, twice, five times in the ribs. On the last kick, there is a snapping sound.
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1. Weeds of the World (Unite!) We invade the invaders and they invade us, these little Blooming weeds. They raise five flowers and let them blow Into the winds like sheets of stars. All of us Steer by their turning tide. All of us will eventually …
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Here’s the keys to the house
Here’s the keys to the car
I’m going out and I don’t care
I’m going out to buy a cigar
Don’t bother locking up after I leave
I’m not coming back anymore
I’m going to drink whiskey out of a jar
Go out and buy
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I dreamt once
a child’s drawing of a house
all scribbly black crayon
swayback roof crooked
chimney. God, do you
remember how cold it was
that night?
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I sat in the dark, mashing damp sand like clumps of brown sugar into my palm while the heavy Gulf air blew my hair into ropes. Sometimes I worried that I was unable to need people, but, as much as the thought upset me, I couldn't make myself truly want t
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“If Sir would observe, the storm welt, a shoe for the big occasion, a shoe that will guide sir through the dismal passages, a shoe that will roar in the face of adversity and …”
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We are young
That’s all we’ve got
We take drugs
We smoke pot
You got mugged
And I got shot
We are young
That’s all we’ve got
I want you to love me like it’s midnight
Midnight, midnight
Yeah, your mama wants you home
But she knows
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…she smelled of sunflowers.
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unwrapping
the gauze from her wrists....
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Nothing is ever hoarded in our house, everything is eaten.
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Roy Carver owned a big tire retreading outfit over on the Mississippi.
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What I Love About HistoryMy roommate, Cara, wears all black, which she thinks scares me. I've never bothered to tell her I wore all black for two years, eighth and ninth grade, and I'm just over it, not that I think she's lame or passé, but there's nothing remotely…
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This is the most frustrating kind of amnesia.
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"His middle name is Valentine, and when asked about it, he isn't sure why."
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Q: What's the best song to sing to your doc before cataract surgery?
A: I Only Have Eyes For You
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His face was creased with sadness the first time in the room and he danced his tai chi like a young man half his age, and laughed, like headtrippers do, from the neck up.
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She took a deep breath. Last night, she said, Who was the woman?
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How long have you been waiting for me? How long?
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The man was happy, filled with it, the happiest he had ever been. He was so happy that he felt he did not deserve it and he deflated.
A woman with apples for shoulders and an eep for a laugh told him that he did deserve to be happy and the man thought
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There is truth you can’t escape or say any other way and expect it still to be truth.
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ABSOLUTELY DO NOT TAKE PICTURES OF ROBOTS!
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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
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"We're practicing," she signs, "for an earthquake."
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bassackward/in the surreal/bathroom mirror
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You might want to think twice before inviting Henry David Thoreau to your next dinner party...
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