1619 2 2
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The man and the woman looked at each other almost shyly. The man flicked his eyes away self-consciously and looked outside, seeing the clouds in the distance, the smaller buildings…
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161960
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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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16191210
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What did it mean? What would a psychologist say? Oh, who cares. In my opinion, we ask why, what, when, where, and how too often.
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161900
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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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161995
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I fear my personal information travels the World Wide Web/
and mad Ukrainians will steal my name and wealth./
I fear the fiscal cliff and raising the ceiling on national debt./
I fear a death by taxes.
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1619129
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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161910
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No matter how much he composes and prepares, he cannot override the electrical trigger in his brain. Something to do with the resonance of physical memory. It remembers amplitudes of current.
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161910
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Read signs sometimes and you just might get where you're trying to go. When Eddie suggested they stop for a Whopper, Dennis said no. "Fuck Burger King, man. Let's get that Wendy's up there." They got…
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161950
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I made her a mix tape. It was revolutionary. Twenty-two songs she had to hear at least once in her life. I even drew some trippy drug-like designs on the label of the CD to make it seem more real. It was the ocean and the sun and every body of land balled up…
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161966
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It's really not too bad. The personI am was me. We laughed insidethose sacred places at all the monieswell spent. We walked in the gardenswithout any shoes on. Not one singleflower seemed to mind. And now it'sa forgotten mess or so I've imagined.I'd rather you think about…
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161953
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161900
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Even if you're doing it together, there's no unity when everyone's dancing to their own tune.
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161954
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I had the idea for a pageant for my obedience school at spring graduation
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1619157
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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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161971
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There was an empty box on his facebook page asking to be filled in with, “What’s on your mind?” He thought. "Hair?"
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161954
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It was uncomfortable to realize people had agendas. That there could be invisible realities.
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161895
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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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161885
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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161897
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After lunch I left my office and trickled along like a slow leak, a notch above meandering; gravity had become a lateral force that pulled me forward.
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161822
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From my place, down here amongst the earth, we have many names for you.
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1618126
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My ChurchThe white dressThe bridesmaidsThe friends, the familySadnessMy church knewno music
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161820
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The pier stretched out by where sharks came and men waited with beautiful dirty buckets that held strange and dangerous things, buckets with fish guts, buckets with blood, with character, buckets like prophets or a gritty desert walking saviour like Chris
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161865
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I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
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161874
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I don’t know what to do with all this money flowing from my books.
It’s burning a hole in my literary pocket.
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161874
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Easing her hand with her other hand.
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1618189
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The Street singer gathers up his coins
and counts to a hundred before
The last string stops vibrating
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161821
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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
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161800
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There was all this pomp and circumstance. We were each outfitted with robes, red of course, and mortar-boards with a gold tassel dangling over one eye. It made me positively dizzy. Plus I was extremely hung-over that day.
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161854
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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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161899
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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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