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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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157554
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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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15752110
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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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157552
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Hissing through the opening, the spirits have no place.
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15751511
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Early Spring, 1075, Northumbria: Judith, too ashamed to speak, too angry to cry, waves her handmaiden away. She wants no food. Wind drives icy rain across the thickness of…
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1575157
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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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157574
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Francesco needed a magnifying glass to read her little missives.
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157461
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Mr. Wazzeldot has seven legs. He lives very comfortably. He likes to sit by the fire. There's a large cushion for a chair, and in the evenings, he sips his Bloody Marys. I know because I visit him…
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1574104
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"Middle class workers and working class poor and the unemployed will soon be forming a revolutionary movement to break this stranglehold of corrupt elites."
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157485
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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157454
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I was always bi-polar. I didn’t realize it was a mental illness until my divorce lawyer had the court order a psychiatric analysis.
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157494
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Later, when she said she'd had miscarriages, I should have put it all together.
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1574127
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Mercury and Gemini disappointed.
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157432
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I turned a maiden to a witch / and back again
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157463
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Chant the ice cream mantra.
Prance the do dah day ballet.
Trot the t-bone tango two-step.
Dance the livelong day away.
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157454
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Christmas night was closing in at the Cantrips alehouse in Aberdeen, a firm favourite for riggers and other men and women who lived life close to the horizon. Sometimes, on a Saturday night, things might get a bit rowdy but Mother O'Grady would stand firm and bring out…
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157400
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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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157443
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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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1574129
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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157453
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My Aunt's husband liked to dress up like a clown
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157485
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When Frank entered Michiko’s apartment, Michiko was not there.
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157455
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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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157465
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We now live in post-Postmodern Absurdist fear of course, says our smiling Prof. That’s the price we pay he tells us. . . .
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157430
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Blend the dog a drink and sit down beside him and draw straws for regrets.
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157434
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They were just boys, the Nazis I mean, young in their twenties, not much older than my brother Cyril.
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157422
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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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157421
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They could cram Rob inside the trunk and then drop him somewhere in the dingles.
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157365
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faith in gravity/permitted them to extol/the guillotine's blade.
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157320
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A university student who triggers a flash mob in the heart of Silicon Valley to prove her hacking creds finds herself in deep trouble when the colorful members of Anonymous Hackers prove their hacking creds to her.
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157330
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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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