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But his muscles fluttered and off he flew
leaving the stink of barnyard on the sheets.
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166533
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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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166585
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166454
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“Sixty-seven responses!” Al Edelstein announces at the first meeting of the search committee. It has been just two weeks since Rabbi Feldman dropped dead of a heart attack and just a week since the congregation ran the ad: “Help Wanted: Orthodox Rabbi. Im
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166410
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She took a deep breath. Last night, she said, Who was the woman?
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16641411
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Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
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166473
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I did do one nice thing for you
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1664105
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salmon sits gentler on my palate
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166400
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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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166421
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Looming ahead was another polite suburban party at which, after a couple of pops, I'd say something that embarrasses my wife in front of her girlfriends. Or so she claims.
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ABSOLUTELY DO NOT TAKE PICTURES OF ROBOTS!
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166411
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There is no cement stronger than the one holding a miserable couple together.
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166476
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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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166465
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We now live in post-Postmodern Absurdist fear of course, says our smiling Prof. That’s the price we pay he tells us. . . .
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166442
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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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1664114
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The flash of love was real, the life within her was real, and the main thing now was to climb.
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166477
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A new philosophy stirs in its surgery.
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1664107
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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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166400
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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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166300
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I catch a glimpse of myself in the small mirror on the adjacent wall and find myself becoming shy at my own reflection, which is ludicrous in theory, shying away from oneself, but as I lock onto the few freckles I have spread neatly on both cheeks...
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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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Write power
like a purring kitten
eyes wide
without an idea of exactly
how small he is.
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166321
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my maddening pyromaniac,/ you're burning up my heart/ so open up your broad-toothed mouth/ and let me pour the ashes in.
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Six months later, she was teaching theology / to refugees from est.
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his mother brought him to me/ when he was very young/ maybe a few months old,/ born in arizona july.
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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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166352
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Roy Carver owned a big tire retreading outfit over on the Mississippi.
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166341
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We cannot love the past...
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166374
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They were
obviously having
some secret
beach affair.
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166244
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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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