1524 8 5
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When Frank entered Michiko’s apartment, Michiko was not there.
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152440
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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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152452
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"I found a grey pubic hair the other day."
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152486
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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152475
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One day it was boring / to be alive.
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152331
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I’ve got a full day ahead of me; I have to write a brief in Lipshutz v. Fredbird, a property damage claim against the St. Louis Cardinals’ mascot for breaking a fan’s glasses as part of his routine.
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1523104
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"Middle class workers and working class poor and the unemployed will soon be forming a revolutionary movement to break this stranglehold of corrupt elites."
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152385
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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152384
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even from the moon our planet’s truth has not been seen.
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152300
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Gravity? What does that have to do with writing or with this improbable tether of blue marbles?
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152342
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Anatoly Gringovitch was listening to the dress rehearsal of Hausenstockmann’s Constellations at Auditorium Rainier III in Monte Carlo.
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152377
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To tell the truth, I can’t complain. Look, lots of people have it tough. I don’t have it tough...
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152300
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"Nothingness had had enough. Nothingness had become militant. It had bought a camouflage jacket. It grew an afro. It burned its bra. Nothingness was pissed, and it wanted its stuff back."
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152351
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152375
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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
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152354
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The coin, so little, the watch chain, the youth, the fading softening speech, each hand and finger, the panic modeled on your own eyes, the ashtray, certain stumps along the way, the long distance, the odd feather, the jazz rope gone,…
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152399
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I’m from the Land of Sky Blue Waters. I grew up in a lake. I think I’m half fish.
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152396
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Erased. Like chalk across my body,
a fine powder of forgetfulness,
with a few swipes --- all those names
and faces, gone. The letters burned.
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152300
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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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152322
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Suppose Eve, strolling through the sunlit Garden, had not stumbled on that particular Tree at all, the wily serpent twined in its lower branches?
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152232
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We’re not like a lot of your fly-by-night disease-based charities. Every pence we raise goes directly to St. Bartholomew’s, where 90% of it ends up in the pockets of doctors so they can buy expensive horses.
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152264
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His face was creased with sadness the first time in the room and he danced his tai chi like a young man half his age, and laughed, like headtrippers do, from the neck up.
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15221210
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We can’t be sure. Perhaps it is/
some slight exaggeration of one/
or several elements that steals our breath.
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152254
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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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152200
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I'm a jogger of these parts, but I've yet to discover a dead body, or even dead body parts, or worse yet, discover that my parts will be discovered by some unfortunate jogger.
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152232
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She flew through the air, linen skirt billowing around her. Below, her buckled bicycle was taking a different route. Less aerodynamic than she, its trajectory was brief, crashing into the ditch. Elspeth kept on flying. Time slowed, and expanded
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152221
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Father hands Billy a length of rope. Billy builds his resolve, fights back his tears, heads into the kitchen. It's time to become a man.
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152200
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Warranties are what made America great, although hers has expired and the mailbox will remain empty for another fifteen days.
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152220
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The building ejects my condominium like an enormous videocassette.
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152296
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I guess at the end you’re only
looking forward. Or upward actually,
since you can only lie there on your back
looking upward, straight ahead toward infinity,
your mouth in a grimace, with the ghostly
pink lips peeled back from the teeth.
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