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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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11591412
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Usually I’m the only guy in a roomful of women. Some of them are foxy, too.
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115998
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It’s strange, what will become of me
What my life will be like
Since the animal in me
Is beginning to show on my back
Oh no, no, no
Women will never put up with this
I was afraid this would happen
They’ll think I’m only half a man
I’
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1159107
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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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115966
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We cook over the fireplace on these days, blacken marshmallows on straightened hangers, like Eskimos, dogs around a campfire.
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115900
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At street level there is a small arrow on which is printed “Museum of Numbers” that points up a long narrow staircase. There is a restaurant on the first floor. All the way up the stairs, the air is permeated with smell of fried foods
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11591614
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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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115910
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At that point he would leave and listen to the scientists as they debate as to why the moon has organs and why they are covered in a thick fat.
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115943
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Some guys ride hills up and down,
Then stop to terrorize small towns.
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115885
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Both men sip their Cabernet Franc.
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115842
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theme songs for concentration camps!?
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115852
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Have you ever seen a body of words give birth to a paragraph? I won't lie. It's a little gross. But quite moving. First there is the biology of reproduction. A blackbird living in an electric guitar, for instance, and its inexplicable urge to mate with an elephant.…
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115832
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In retrospect, we should have been a cult.
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11582310
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If I should wake/
before I die,/
just shoot me through/
the one good eye.
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1158910
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When the dark shadows of his limp eyes told us life was slowly seeping away, stolen by his stroke, his wife signed the “DO NOT RESUSCITATE” order and, tearfully leaving the room, she turns, asking a final question, “Think a needy family could use his…
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1158106
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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115831
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"Look Emily, I’m charging your solar powered calculator and helping you relieve your dependence on foreign oil."
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115898
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It turned out Eel’s brain corrects for imbalance, and he can only feel danger for a moment or two.
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115840
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"Dennis," she started "exactly what the fuck are you looking at?"
"Your tits" I replied.
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115811
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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115833
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He had a simple dream: He wanted to become a star, and not one of those tv stars because those die, those die all the time, and before dying they usually become terrible shadows of their former selves, vile creatures who exploit their own former glory...
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115821
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My third Rule of Success—and I may not have these in exactly the right order–is always get a pre-nup!
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11581612
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He was losing his fight with
malaria, but you would never
know it from his dreams
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115876
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In the panic following news of my motorcycle crash, my honey fled the house without coat or wallet, and now, nearly midnight, we don’t even have cab fare home.
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11582012
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Our ironies don’t make us happy
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115865
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Going to the candy store at night in the section of town called Kalliope. Riding bike, trying to get there before it closed at ten. Getting candy at that little store with the glass containers and the rows and rows of candy. Getting milk there…
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115700
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Tater didn't like three things in this life: his daddy, his momma, and the stupid dog that chewed his jizzed on socks.
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115755
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I am a buttress against chaos. And now I am turning yellow.
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115700
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Alysia tried to focus on what was important, but it was too much to bear. She was ready to dive down when a shot of wind blew past her, causing her and Megumi to lose control over their gliders.
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115730
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Naked American Apparel models romp with elk and antelope, and the Ghost of Richard Nixon directs traffic with the grace of a Wounded Hyena.
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