1635 8 6
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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163486
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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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163400
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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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163495
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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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16341411
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chains across all the old doors
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163454
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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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163421
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Are you a hostile person who gets into trouble when you express your anger? Would you like to annoy the hell out of people and get away with it?
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163471
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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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163412
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she shivered in the ceasefire like a virginal nude brought to life.
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163422
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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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163333
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Excelsior: A Poem in Nine Parts Preface: Musings on a Lighthouse by an Eastern Isle (Suggested by a painting by Mario Larrinaga) It is bright tonight; this plain, displaced from place In Time's broad flight, yields…
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163395
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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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163321
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Funny, funny stuff. She'll be here all week--be sure and tip your speech therapist!
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163321
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Forgetting her inhibitions, she dove for him.
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163395
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A spire
that had stood one hundred and forty years
fell in
a single second of the blackest day.
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163300
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Emi stood up and turned to Mayumi. She did not know what else to say. There was a sense of helplessness.
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163374
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Easing her hand with her other hand.
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16331110
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Paris is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
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163345
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Art books, paintings, antique chairs, marble tables, full length gold gilded mirrors, oriental rugs, tapestries, a Louis XVI painted French armoire, a wrought iron Deco coffee table, flat ware, silver flasks, mantel lamps, iron gates, a silk settee, theat
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163321
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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
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163300
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“You look strangely familiar,” he said, taking a drink and swinging his leg over the horse, landing on the ground beside me ...
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163384
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—Well, are you having an affair with Jack Mahler?
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1633116
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1633127
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163344
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Charles tapped the anger management code on his steering wheel. He rolled down his street and saw Jack Watson throwing stuff into the trunk of his black Volvo coupe. He waved, but Jack did not wave back. Jack's face was blazing red. He looked like he might have a…
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1633118
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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
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163332
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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163330
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1632114
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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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163232
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Somniloquies rise like the drowned . . .
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