1559 7 5
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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
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155943
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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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1559157
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Mark Reep is a faded Polaroid oracle taped to the only unbroken window of an abandoned house in Ithaca NY.
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155965
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in the deep dark of
a 2 a.m. atmosphere
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155985
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We will collapse in a storm of images
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155910
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[WARNING: DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 'R XMAS!]
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155986
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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155974
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Francesco needed a magnifying glass to read her little missives.
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155895
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The world doesn'tend just becauseyou want it to.Bonus poems:The Poet(Series 1)by Darryl PricePoet in a TreeYeah, well, it's not up here either. Although the everything and nothing view is nice. Only because it doesn't have any abandoned cars in it. I'm…
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155860
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Velvet answered the door in a red leather dress that was made with just about enough material to make a wallet, and looking like a long limbed drink of water calling out to a thirsty man.
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155820
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A university student who triggers a flash mob in the heart of Silicon Valley to prove her hacking creds finds herself in deep trouble when the colorful members of Anonymous Hackers prove their hacking creds to her.
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155894
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Later, when she said she'd had miscarriages, I should have put it all together.
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155832
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I turned a maiden to a witch / and back again
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155820
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You beckon me with an aperitif.
The Kir Royal tingles, its bubbles tickling my nose.
Its subtle black courant pulls me into your smile.
I drink from your lips the champagne-tingle of your kiss.
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155832
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I could smell a bold combination of cheap perfume, stale smoke, and sex excreting from her weathered pores. The bus engine hummed as we climbed a winding road. She scratched her neck and tried to finger comb through her knotted hair. I caught a glimpse of
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155810
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Row,
Caps of white,
A salted escape
beneath reflected light.
Brother, remember those old lies?
I’m off to sea to make those things right,
now.
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15582412
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One can watch the grass green/
in response. One can watch the world green/
in response.
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155865
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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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1558107
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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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155865
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Q: What's the best song to sing to your doc before cataract surgery?
A: I Only Have Eyes For You
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155821
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They could cram Rob inside the trunk and then drop him somewhere in the dingles.
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1557114
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He is leaning back against a pillar watching the dancing; a spectator to joy – both planned and spontaneous – that’s unfolding in bodies fourteen and fifteen years old in front of him.
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155721
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The elders of the town will tell you that as soon the prophet mill arrived everything went to Hell. Before the process was streamlined, prophets used to be grown organically in the community. They popped up only where the ground was tilled and a prayer was planted. They…
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15571411
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Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
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15572112
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He would not take Prozac and talked Jesus to her as if from a bucket.
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155764
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My mother moved her things out of my parents’ bedroom into the attic guest room. When I asked where guests would sleep, my father said, “Matthew, don’t be an asshole.”
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155710
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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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155721
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I ran for the car, heart pounding in my chest, feverish. I jerked the door open and dropped into the seat of the Audi S5. The ignition fired and the car purred to life. I dropped it into gear and hit the gas, tires spinning, gravel spraying. The treads caught on the hot …
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155754
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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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155798
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"Sara, do you taketh it with your eyes?"
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