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This woman is naked to the waist and then nakeder below that.
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I said, “If this rose doesn't grow another petal in twenty minutes, I'm burning down the neighborhood.” “Just let it go,” said Paul. “No,” I said. “That's what's happening right here.” “You'll try again next…
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162232
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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Outside it’s still raining. We’ve gone through three cans of Guinness each. I’m waiting for drunkenness to germinate so that I can take him home and fondle what I imagine will be a very slim dick. A Slim Jim. When I chuckle to myself, he thinks I’m still
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The Snowman grinned malevolently as the Sugar Plum fairies shook in their tiny powdered boots."Santa has one more hour and then you're all marshmallow toasts!" the Snowman said. He laughed and he laughed. His evil plan? He wanted the key to time delivered to him personally…
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On our back porch, the tiki torches are lit and so am I.
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The world is upon us. The only thing that matters Now is if you are willing to be seen by them. Many moths Will be hidden by simply gathering on the bark Of the one tree, but this will not sustain you if you Do not also have the courage…
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162232
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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1621102
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Saturday morning, and I’m pushing the old truck a little, chasing retreating bands of cloud shadows along a winding hilltop road.
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162111
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Published in Exquisite CorpseI…
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162122
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Jason, the obnoxious host, thrusts his microphone against my nose.
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162100
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A customary phone call from home. What are you doing she says? Playing football I retort – what else. The usual sigh and a faint giggle followed. Much unlike how it backfired back in the late 20’s and we were going to make it the reason to break up! The p
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162111
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There is no cement stronger than the one holding a miserable couple together.
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162140
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We’re more into the punishment that works its way in through the skin and coats the heart anonymously.
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16212112
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No twinkle- so, planet, not star./
And bright, so either Venus/
or Jupiter. I’m guessing, Jupiter.
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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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The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/
nonetheless etch their patterns
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162186
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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162094
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The man's dog slipped away one night. He left soon after.
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162010
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“We’re never going to get off the treadmill of paying ever-higher taxes," I said, "unless we get some creative suggestions from a professional bisexual tax advisor.”
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162074
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Everybody breaks.
Everything splinters.
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162043
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You think about the first time you saw an axe
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Von Meckel had us all go out and paint this huge red square around the Red Diaper Baby factory. Then he held a big naming rally, at noon, during our lunch break. We weren’t allowed to eat our sandwiches. There was all this pomp and circumstance. We were
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under your skin the moon is alive
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This was before the cancer, years before. He did this every day: up at five, before Astrid and Max. Four cups of coffee in the machine. A bowl of granola. Five hundred words. Five hundred words no matter goddamn what. Five hundred words on Sunday and Chri
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162050
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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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161933
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Excelsior: A Poem in Nine Parts Preface: Musings on a Lighthouse by an Eastern Isle (Suggested by a painting by Mario Larrinaga) It is bright tonight; this plain, displaced from place In Time's broad flight, yields…
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161911
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"Shit," said the Charge Nurse. "Not again."
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161940
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blueberry tea and vodka on a Friday night
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