1659 11 8
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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
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165932
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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165854
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I found the hand eight months ago, after I planned to grow a meadow of tiny yellow blossoms in my yard.
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165843
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. . . the empiricism of the mechanical had wound tight into her, lessons her few calendars could never impart without aid from sundials, hourglasses, clocks.
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16582314
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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1658157
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I fondly remember those warm, weekend evenings at twilight on the beach. After the frolic of the waves flattened, sending the surfers home and, after the last bait was spent, sending the surfcasters away, I'd set up the little, foldable, 3‘x4', rectangular stage I always…
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165853
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165840
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165741
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Pinnacles
State Park
lying on our backs
stoned on hash
around a campfire
looking up at the
clear see-through
blue green stars
to the other side
of the universe
I know now
you are out there
I float up to
within 2
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165787
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there’s more to life than poontang
but not when you’re sixteen and
your hands are full of heavy breasts
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165785
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Snipers wear camouflage clothing to avoid being seen. It wouldn’t do for a sniper to be seen because then the sniper might become the snipee.
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165764
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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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165798
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"Sara, do you taketh it with your eyes?"
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1657158
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i hear the boom boom boom
in the room room room
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165774
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Easing her hand with her other hand.
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165795
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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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165798
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On my twenty-second birthday, in the spring of 1979, I had a crawfish boil, my first. Ninety pounds of red mudbugs on a picnic table spread with newspaper, my birthday cake sitting at the end of the table like an afterthought.I hadn't…
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165721
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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
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165730
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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1657158
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She is too stylish to be crazy, is what the migrant probably thinks. And he's right.
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165777
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They say that inside the veins of every Bohemian
lies an entire army of dead alcoholics.
I suppose this is true of me too.
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165730
|
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165731
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Your favorite nickname
existed only in the bright red
cherry smoldering
at the end of your smoke.
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165640
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blueberry tea and vodka on a Friday night
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165630
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I see ghosts. They accost me in their sleep. Hundreds of them. When I wake up (after a long night of half-waking), I think, What wold ghosts want with me? I have nothing for them. But at night they're there again, watching, tapping my shoulder as I lay awake. Sometime…
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165632
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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165686
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You left for the glittery wild of West Hollywood. I guess L.A.'s off-limits now. My heart goes fucking tachy when I drive over Kellogg Hill past Forest Lawn and see the skyline glowing through the rainbow haze of sunset. You're out there, out in the…
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165676
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Marie was on the roof. The deck, with its cool concrete pavers and faded cedar Adirondack chairs, was one of the reasons she and Harold had bought their condo in this building. The only ugly part of the roof was the chain-link fence along its edge; soon after they moved…
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1656145
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Anson Chi/
tried to kill my wife
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165654
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This is why the earth revolves around the sun: refrigerator magnets.
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