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Blend the dog a drink and sit down beside him and draw straws for regrets.
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156222
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Exhausted, weak from the struggle against the personal gift of terrorism delivered by her ex-boyfriend, she died for a few minutes.
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156221
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They could cram Rob inside the trunk and then drop him somewhere in the dingles.
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156231
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The blackout lasted longer than anyone thought. From my fifth story window, the whole city seemed to shut down. I heard noises above me. How could it be?
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1561114
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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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156122
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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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156121
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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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156195
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The number is very large/
and perpetually changes//
as old stars fade, explode,/
or collapse into something not stars
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156164
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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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156100
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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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156100
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Mint upon my palate, I rub sleep infused eyes and crawl under the covers. Oh blessed sleep, please descend upon this body and transverse this fatigue. Eyes closed, bring a wavering blackness upon subtle lids. The conversation begins…
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156132
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His academic nightmare is set in an examination hall, where the student takes a seat at a folding table in the center of the room.
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156140
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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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156143
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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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1561157
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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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156186
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WANTED: a Muse.
Former Special Forces solider turned poet seeking artistic inspiration. Brunettes preferred but blondes will not be turned away; gingers, however, are out of the question. Must have a voice that sounds like money, a self-destructive tem
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156130
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15601411
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Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
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1560103
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Palms planted firmly against his temples, Travis paced the room like a caged animal. Giant black bats screeched in his brain, their pointy wings scraping at the edges of his cranium.
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156060
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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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156000
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Tater didn't like three things in this life: his daddy, his momma, and the stupid dog that chewed his jizzed on socks.
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156032
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I turned a maiden to a witch / and back again
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156032
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Instead, I get things like,
“Why can’t you find a nice man with cancer or a bum leg?”
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156076
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I keep attempting to start a correspondence with people / but they end up not being interested in me, / either that or I scare them away / because I usually begin with: / “Well, my favorite philosopher is Hegel..."
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156065
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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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156099
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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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15601511
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Early Spring, 1075, Northumbria: Judith, too ashamed to speak, too angry to cry, waves her handmaiden away. She wants no food. Wind drives icy rain across the thickness of…
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156031
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"seventy five degrees longitude
submerged
in holy rivers
out of my mind emerge
anointed paramahamsas"
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156065
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in the deep dark of
a 2 a.m. atmosphere
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156000
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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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