1660 7 4
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They were
obviously having
some secret
beach affair.
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165944
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The man wore a bowler hat and stood on an open patch of grass, with a pyramid-shaped stack of baseballs at his feet.
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165910
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She took a deep breath. Last night, she said, Who was the woman?
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1659104
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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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165952
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jaws blossoming with drool,/ a captured wolf slinks low/ across the crowded land/ for that most tender lamb/ to catch it by surprise.
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165931
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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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165933
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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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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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165873
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I did do one nice thing for you
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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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16582714
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Its intelligence won’t be/
diminished when you take/
a bone saw to its cranium
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165876
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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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165842
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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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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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16571810
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I loved without marriage and the men loved without divorce and we loved a twenty-four-year-old eating and how gracious she shone over a tame bottle of beer.
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