1607 12 12
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Not only half-full/
but stress-fractured
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160722
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No one had told the newer tenants that the dead would be given votes, and they were in an uproar: it wasn’t legal; it wasn’t fair; it was creepy.
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160700
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“So, do you still think I'm hot? I mean, do you think men still find me attractive?” Jenny asks. This is never a good question to answer, much less entertain. I know this as surely as I know anything. Still, let's break it down. I am married. Jenny is…
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160754
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The war they wage fills everything with holes.
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1607106
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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160795
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A spire
that had stood one hundred and forty years
fell in
a single second of the blackest day.
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160764
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. . . he wants to organize society into its most efficient configuration with everyone thinking alike and willingly cooperating. Only then, he believes, can humanity reach its full potential.
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160710
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If you work with the public, you're stressed. Unreasonable customers. Demanding bosses. Reduced staffing. I love my job, but the workload is tough and getting tougher. What can we do to keep our spirits up?Play Customer Appreciation! It's simple. Assign a point value…
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160722
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Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
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1607126
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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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160743
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160743
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A story about convincing people to do things they don't want to do, written entirely in dialogue; originally published by CHEAP POP.
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1607158
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She is too stylish to be crazy, is what the migrant probably thinks. And he's right.
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160731
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Nothing is ever hoarded in our house, everything is eaten.
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160752
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That contraption he’d invited her to pedal, somebody oughta market one of those. The closer you got the harder it got, and her feet kept slipping off the pedals. It was maddening.
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16071312
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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160681
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160694
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The man's dog slipped away one night. He left soon after.
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160632
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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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160600
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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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160600
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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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160643
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What follows is an interview George Bush gave to Barbara Walters in 2006. He came off like something out of a swamp. Dick Cheney made them deep-six the tapes and we never saw it on prime time. I got the transcript, however,…
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160620
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The building ejects my condominium like an enormous videocassette.
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160654
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we gave divided houses / child stand up anyway
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160630
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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160600
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They were working on the factory floor when they died, the auspices of mayhem filtering out to a host of ravens gleaning the neighboring fields. Clouds of them fled the scene around the time of the incident turning the day into twilight…
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1606105
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The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/
nonetheless etch their patterns
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160650
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She said “I have to go”, he answered with his eyes “Don't” and they stepped closer to each other in the kitchen, a step on the tiled floor, the remnants of their tea cold on the counter top.
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16051411
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Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
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16051511
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The universe will fuck you over in the end./
That’s what it does, what it’s good at—
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