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Their dump was like no other in the country. It was bigger than the rest. And, unlike their innumerable competitors, this dump—which sat packed with trash on the surf of an ocean—was organized with care.The Elks took pride in their dump. Three…
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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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Street by street, non-combatants ran away. Each one passed by the Society and law enforcement screaming.
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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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R just sent me a funny text:
Nice nice shit rainbows
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chains across all the old doors
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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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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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Mythical Itch and the Unicorns
Working Late
Jacuzzi Floozy
One Erection
Diego Rivera’s Poncho
Frieda’s Moustache
Avalanche
Babushka Dolls
Photographic Mammary
Drool
Sir Gruntsalot
Uber Rubber
Iota Pie
Elder Geese
Ladylike
Rud
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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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I don’t know what to do with all this money flowing from my books.
It’s burning a hole in my literary pocket.
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"She saw they were absorbed in making faces at each other with a smartphone app that enlarged a mouth."
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Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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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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Easing her hand with her other hand.
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Dominic would show them all. That stupid "Welcome to Bessemer" sign was his. It was the pride of the whole damn town. No other target would do.It was the dead of night, and Dominic rode his bike to the town line. He briefly considered spray painting something vulgar over…
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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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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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we gave divided houses / child stand up anyway
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You don't want to knowthe details of my lifethe gossipthe boring moments strung togetheracross the lap ofmy sense of responsibilityit drives methrough the daysdoing this and thatchore, check on the listi am tired and need to stop for a drinkand then, i am filled up for a…
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…she smelled of sunflowers.
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A new philosophy stirs in its surgery.
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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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“Not all the birds are to be trusted, and there are other spies more evil than they are.” —J.R.R.Tolkien This may well be our own about time, time to walk out that comfortable front door forever into danger. Nothing will ever…
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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