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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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151532
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Somniloquies rise like the drowned . . .
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151564
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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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151585
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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151542
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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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151578
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Sulawesi-Kalosi brews bitter and watery without proper care.
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15151110
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That won’t kill me, will it? I asked. Maybe, the doctor said.
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15151312
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My eyes hold my mother. It's not easy being human she tells me. She always told me. Sure, but the stories are lovely. We all know that. We generate the tales, tell the tales, kiss our children. Live on in their eyes, though, don't…
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151540
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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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"Check out these dudes,” he says. “They're all wearing kilts. Not that there's anything wrong with that, as long as they're wearing underwear.
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151575
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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
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151552
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"I found a grey pubic hair the other day."
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151500
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THE LAST THING I WANTED, expected, or needed was to be standing in the doorway of Carly Ray's room, watching her clutch a picture of her father, my old friend Beryl, up to her face. She is so tiny, but at the same time there is something very adult about the way she looks.…
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Remember when we went to New York to take our test? We looked for cheap hotels near the test site, and there was the "Hotel Earle." Twelve bucks a night. The clerk behind bullet-proof glass, smiling a knowing smile. Pubes still on the sheets, but we couldn't sleep anyway,…
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When our body falters, deny us rest.
When our minds crack under the strain, forbid us sanity.
When we are too tired to fight give us war.
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151521
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Are you a hostile person who gets into trouble when you express your anger? Would you like to annoy the hell out of people and get away with it?
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The room smelled of an old rank basement. Boys and girls of all ages crowded the stage. The room was dark with only a few lights that hung from above keeping the crowd dark and silhouetting Chris on drums.
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You might want to think twice before inviting Henry David Thoreau to your next dinner party...
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151500
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The church building was a rustic structure made of rough-cut lumber that over-lapped in the clap-board fashion. The building itself was unpainted, but the boards were a weathered gray that only came from years of exposure to weather. The steeple towered o
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151586
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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151575
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One day it was boring / to be alive.
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151485
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Today clouds were dancing on the moon
Moon had a fit but drew in a breath
And let out a sigh
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151464
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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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151440
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After sportscasters announced the assassination and while the reverberations of the words were still fading people were already shouting
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15142112
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He would not take Prozac and talked Jesus to her as if from a bucket.
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151454
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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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Christmas night was closing in at the Cantrips alehouse in Aberdeen, a firm favourite for riggers and other men and women who lived life close to the horizon. Sometimes, on a Saturday night, things might get a bit rowdy but Mother O'Grady would stand firm and bring out…
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I heard the basketball hitting the pavement in the park across the street, right outside our window... I heard it every day in an evenly spaced rhythm, as if it was keeping time, like a metronome on my life...
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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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