1621 8 4
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The coal carts come and go like the seasons, never stopping.
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162132
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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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1621118
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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
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162095
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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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162060
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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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162011
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162074
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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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1620129
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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1620106
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There were only six passengers aboard the small ferry...
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16201411
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chains across all the old doors
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162055
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We pull up chairs. I breathe in her Bath and Body Works vanilla, read her paper slowly and aloud because the ears catch what the eyes miss. Her sentences are awkward, stilted.
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162000
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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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162031
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When our body falters, deny us rest.
When our minds crack under the strain, forbid us sanity.
When we are too tired to fight give us war.
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162000
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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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162033
|
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1620157
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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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162071
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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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162076
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In the panic following news of my motorcycle crash, my honey fled the house without coat or wallet, and now, nearly midnight, we don’t even have cab fare home.
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161911
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"Shit," said the Charge Nurse. "Not again."
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161965
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faith in gravity/permitted them to extol/the guillotine's blade.
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16191210
|
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16191710
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Another new spring and the leaves
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161922
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No one had told the newer tenants that the dead would be given votes, and they were in an uproar: it wasn’t legal; it wasn’t fair; it was creepy.
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161930
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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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161921
|
Sure my man. Show me the token I’ll show you the slice.
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161995
|
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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16191110
|
Paris is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
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161999
|
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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161953
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16191210
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