1548 6 4
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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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154885
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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15481210
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154842
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True facts about Redbeard the communist pirate.
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154843
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Here’s the keys to the house
Here’s the keys to the car
I’m going out and I don’t care
I’m going out to buy a cigar
Don’t bother locking up after I leave
I’m not coming back anymore
I’m going to drink whiskey out of a jar
Go out and buy
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154833
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I contemplate the words that did not make it; the lost ones. The words deprived of their moment in the sun. These words. These words that are not part of the story.
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154853
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My Aunt's husband liked to dress up like a clown
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154820
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The building ejects my condominium like an enormous videocassette.
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154800
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That Orndoff! I'd like to shove that pipe of his up his arse.
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154865
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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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1548126
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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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154800
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Part of me feels like a wounded animal surrounded by hungry cougars. Another part of me feels like being mauled by a cougar might not be that bad. A third part of me wishes he could punch the second part of me in the face.
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154886
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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1547710
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From room to room, neither closet nor drawer contained any remnant of pleasant memory.
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1547148
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an undercurrent of fear is running through my community
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1547104
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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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154787
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I supposed reluctantly that Princeton is soft as Macalester College is soft. A person could die just for having attended U.W.-Madison or Yale.
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1547143
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Of all the authors in the library, it was a wife from Maryland who called out from her marriage dormer I was not to read her.
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154752
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“I would like to keep my head, at least for a few more nights. Didn't you say we were gonna have sex one of these days? Isn't that in the manual?”
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1547106
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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15471110
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That won’t kill me, will it? I asked. Maybe, the doctor said.
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15472114
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I don't believe in symbols
but there's a hole
in my living room window
in the shape of a bird
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1547157
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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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154622
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There's a large tunnel that runs under my house. I can only estimate but it's not deep below the ground and that's what worries me.
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154665
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faith in gravity/permitted them to extol/the guillotine's blade.
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15461410
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The knees remind you: you are old,/
and broken, and unlikely to improve
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154620
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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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154684
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God had decided to resign. Not even two weeks notice. He just resigned. Point blank.
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154611
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Her cash. It smelled like seven-dollar-a-quart gardenia perfume and cave aged cheese—like hope overgrown with mildew.
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154641
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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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