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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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152531
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7 — IT'S HARD TO HAVE FRIENDS WHEN YOU'VE NEVER HAD ANY AND ARE STILL FUCKING WHINING ABOUT IT — Once he learned he didn't “bring anything to the table,” Worthless Veikass hit on the notion of [...]
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1525140
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“I was just dreaming about you,” he said, sleepy-voiced. “What's for breakfast?”
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152522
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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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152586
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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152575
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One day it was boring / to be alive.
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152485
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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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1524710
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From room to room, neither closet nor drawer contained any remnant of pleasant memory.
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152400
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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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152442
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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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152454
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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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152400
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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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152400
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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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152441
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Just beyond the tree, beyond the fence, close to the grey clouds that hung almost to the earth, a boy sat on another tree's stump. Beneath his crossed legs that he moved up and down rhythmically, under his bright red, Superman shorts, inscribed in the stump, a symbol which…
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152420
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The building ejects my condominium like an enormous videocassette.
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152475
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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
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152454
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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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152452
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"I found a grey pubic hair the other day."
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152499
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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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152496
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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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152400
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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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152454
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It was uncomfortable to realize people had agendas. That there could be invisible realities.
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152486
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...the scream and the face...
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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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152365
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faith in gravity/permitted them to extol/the guillotine's blade.
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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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152364
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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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1523168
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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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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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