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On the news they said that there was a baby born in a stable. There are rumours that he may be the son of God but initial reports are unconfirmed.
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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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Remembering Ginsberg
who howled through just about everybody's idea of the real weirdo poet
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There she is. A paper doll of me. The dress, the lilt, the self-hatred. The crowd thins and swells in want of a scene. Conversations begin, pretend, then halt. My gin and tonic sweats into my hand and I lick at the…
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They were really big, a lot larger and taller and stronger than he was. Sometimes they were holding him, all of him, high up in the air. Sometimes they would have him crawl in front of them. Often they put him into some form of holding cell.
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it's the constant reminders of something that was never a constant remind her but i suppose there is no ticking clock on that which is wondrous and it was right right it's hard to come up with cleverly phrased universal truths and it's hard to make…
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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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We're doomed as a species. The Zorks are coming to eat us. It all started when Joey Cacciatore, the dumbest crook in the history of the world, got Veetzers swarming like blowflies in 1972, and thereby ensured the upcoming…
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It was only two days before Christmas. Jonathan remembered his mother crying.
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Byron's achievement, certainly quite remarkable, is to have raised the drunken monologue to a literary form.
Edmund Wilson
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Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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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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Her shoes, left uninhibited below, seem sad but understanding, and she is so in love with something, which makes me so in love with the idea of her.
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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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R just sent me a funny text:
Nice nice shit rainbows
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The way each intersection in a city where you’ve lived a while becomes layered with personal archeology.
The cafe that replaced a liquor store you avoided, and the friend (or lover) you broke up with there,
and the way on the day of the big fire you
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chains across all the old doors
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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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It was all things considered a particularly odd sight, which Annalise did not know how to handle.
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she shivered in the ceasefire like a virginal nude brought to life.
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One day it was boring / to be alive.
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"You look awfully familiar," said one of the corrupt oil company execs to the dark-haired man with the sunglasses and big sideburns.
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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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I would open an eye, waiting for it to absorb the scant light in the room, and I would see her on the far edge of the bed, the topography of her hips now a battlement to keep me at bay.
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I found the hand eight months ago, after I planned to grow a meadow of tiny yellow blossoms in my yard.
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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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we gave divided houses / child stand up anyway
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A new philosophy stirs in its surgery.
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