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I was talking to this famous female artist
at the reception, (as if I knew anything,)
“If you want to be taken as a serious artist now,
you have to have one long serious eyebrow.”
There was no reaction. So, I said:
“Also, you should kn
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The one thing I believe in is collapse./
Abandoned buildings collapse. Civilizations//
collapse. Financial bubbles collapse./
Stars and galaxies collapse. Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things.
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One minute Rudy was sitting up close to me, asking me how could Geppetto make a little boy out of a piece of wood, and the next, Steve was pounding up the stairs, yelling, "Carla, get blankets, warm clothes; we're leaving, we won't be back."
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You think I don't know, that's your whole stupid problem. You don't believe in anyone. You must enjoy living in a dark lonely universe. I don't know if you know or not about the lights that live in your own head, but I believe …
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the start of what you predicted
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There's a large tunnel that runs under my house. I can only estimate but it's not deep below the ground and that's what worries me.
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This liberated you/
to grind me hard/
on the dance floor
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This is 57% of middle America, I'm convinced: doomed.
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Alysia grabbed her luggage and rolled it behind her. Looking up at the sky, it was nighttime. She could see the crescent moon above, adding to the darkness.
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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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men sitting on stoops
women earning the rent
by working as servants
in the rich folks yard
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There is truth you can’t escape or say any other way and expect it still to be truth.
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In my dreams I am cremated in the burning Library of Alexandria.
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145074
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Bill Watterson isn't just the creator of the world's best comic strip. According to the book “Looking for Calvin and Hobbes,” a biography of the elusive and reclusive cartoonist, Watterson is also a world-class introvert. Watterson refuses to make…
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It is not unusual to see Göttwigg with his shirt on inside out.
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Baby Teak can access Wikipedia by rubbing two xylophone mallets together.
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Rose lifted her 55-year-old legs until they were perpendicular to the bed and admired how girlish they looked. It gave her the sexy legs of a 20-year old, if the morning light was right and she squinted a bit.
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Cockroaches in bed was the last straw. Alicia was sure she’d swallowed one in the middle of the night . . .
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The world is always changing, even if it's in several eras at once.
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Pain is the saddle which rides me
Pain is the cowboy's gun
More morphing, please!
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Naked American Apparel models romp with elk and antelope, and the Ghost of Richard Nixon directs traffic with the grace of a Wounded Hyena.
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He sits, a large man with a walrus mustache, pondering a gold telegraph key.
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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The Zone is a garden of skyscrapers. Every building is a model.
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144960
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You're so insecure; you probably think this story is about you.Well, you would be right.
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The summer I turned fourteen I wanted a job so I could start saving for a car. Actually, I had a job, but it wasn't much. Seventy-five cents…
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The snap of a broken heart is exactly One second longer than this poem is going To be when it finishes up being said . The snap Of a broken heart is unlike anything that Cartwheels out of sync with the rest of Us truly lucky ones. The broken snap of a …
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My tongue kept me from fitting in with the latinos. I understood little Spanish and spoke even less. No one really believed I was Mexican, and they kept me at a distance.
Or maybe I kept them at a distance. Living with
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His grandmother's recipe called for the pasta dough to be beaten with a bone--and not just any bone either. It had to be a human femur. This was his first hurdle. Where would he get such a thing at this hour in this part of town? Or, for that matter, at any…
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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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