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Larry works the concession stand / near the pier.
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I didn't hear your last words or see your lasteyes. I didn't reach you in time, so I sat by your corpse,silently saying goodbye. I am in that process,not sour, not sweet, that yoked speaking which can't(because the heart won't let it) utter its whisperedlast word, but…
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165801
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I followed the curve of the etched Koi, its filigree scales arcing across a taut midriff toward the indent of her pierced navel, where a collection of water lilies drifted on the surface of her skin.
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The Misses Moses by Brad Watson from Aliens in the Prime of Their Lives The Moses sisters lived together, alone, in the fine old brick house near downtown where they…
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16582110
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The fly comes in against my will/
and hers. She would prefer/
the wider world with its piles of shit
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165884
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The coal carts come and go like the seasons, never stopping.
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165822
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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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165832
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The combined smells of ocean breeze, grilled cheese sandwiches, incense and sweat and burning herb that wafted over from Shakedown, along with windblown notes from tinny car speakers all rolled into a potent sensory cocktail he hadn’t tasted in far too l
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165886
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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From this distance, he reminded me of a sleazy pink flamingo, waiting for feeding time at the zoo to deepen the timbre of his feathers and hint at the promise of a narcotic aviation before his commune of hens.
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Byron's achievement, certainly quite remarkable, is to have raised the drunken monologue to a literary form.
Edmund Wilson
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165743
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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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165721
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This was before the cancer, years before. He did this every day: up at five, before Astrid and Max. Four cups of coffee in the machine. A bowl of granola. Five hundred words. Five hundred words no matter goddamn what. Five hundred words on Sunday and Chri
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1. Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
of clean air
& imagination
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1657188
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Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
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165600
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"Do you know how long they've waited for you?" Elle asked. "At first, it was every day after school, waiting at the windows. They wouldn't go play with friends because they wanted to be here, in case you returned. Then, they used to believe you would come
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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165621
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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
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165630
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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165600
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I was looking for an inn to get a cup of calf soup before jacking ribs at the mutton joint. Feng calls, running numbers on an engine zone out in the valley.
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Here comes my speed dealer
he's riding shotgun in the open
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165650
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She said “I have to go”, he answered with his eyes “Don't” and they stepped closer to each other in the kitchen, a step on the tiled floor, the remnants of their tea cold on the counter top.
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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
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165632
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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Cornelius van Linjpleel discovered and excavated for himself a lone Etruscan tomb not far from Populonia in 1898.
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drunkards indulge, addicts abuse
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