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All I wanted to do was lay in his smell, I had missed him and didn’t know it before now. He got up to urinate at one point and his absence was obscene to me.
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140752
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Roy Carver owned a big tire retreading outfit over on the Mississippi.
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140797
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Weight of faithlessness...
Mist
Of bodily
Existence
Grave expectations for the future
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140784
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When the hay was ripe it stirred and rippled like water.
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140787
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How many shadows in your soul? Close your eyes, my love, let me / make you blind as the wings of a drenched, drowned bee.
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140622
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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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140687
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First he wrote it in wet cement at the intersection:
“Tad Loves Kimberley,”
with a big heart around it.
He was real proud, you could see.
But then later on that year, the graffiti began
appearing everywhere, on all the store walls:
“Kimberle
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1406149
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Pain is the saddle which rides me
Pain is the cowboy's gun
More morphing, please!
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140642
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Light youth
that
barely touches the
ground
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140621
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1406106
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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1406116
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Is this a place to show posterity and mortality?
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140641
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Byron's achievement, certainly quite remarkable, is to have raised the drunken monologue to a literary form.
Edmund Wilson
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140621
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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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140662
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Your usage of the English language / is awkward and passé—
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140610
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In the last test Anna barely managed to stay within the limit, but right now she had problems with her father in law who’s been luring her husband into alcohol, and with her husband who’s been luring the father in law into drugs.
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140600
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Mint upon my palate, I rub sleep infused eyes and crawl under the covers. Oh blessed sleep, please descend upon this body and transverse this fatigue. Eyes closed, bring a wavering blackness upon subtle lids. The conversation begins…
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140676
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Anyone thinking they aren’t alone on life’s journey has their head up their ass.
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140666
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It's really not too bad. The personI am was me. We laughed insidethose sacred places at all the monieswell spent. We walked in the gardenswithout any shoes on. Not one singleflower seemed to mind. And now it'sa forgotten mess or so I've imagined.I'd rather you think about…
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140686
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My uncle lived part-time in prison, in a cell with a blanket, pillow, and towel. The remainder of his days he lived in a small house on Prospect Street.
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140663
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. . . music and dance, theatrical performance of tragedies and comedies . . . a primeval orientation, celebrating the cultivation of herbs and vines . . . ritualistic use of intoxicants, to remove inhibitions, to liberate participants . . .
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140664
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The mind sparkles with Shakespeare. It's like hearing the rain fall. The world becomes silent and dark and the rain becomes snow and falls like snow and rests on the ground like snow and informs the mind with the values of heaven. A distant oboe pins its sympathies…
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140631
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Warning: Open and read before making any dumb-ass New Year's resolutions.
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1406139
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I. he leans his messy head against the walland contemplates his wild mistakeshe discovers a nest of red spidersoutside his rotting basement doorhe watches television in his socksand…
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140621
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They could cram Rob inside the trunk and then drop him somewhere in the dingles.
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140540
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blueberry tea and vodka on a Friday night
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1405115
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Thank you for the flip book with the woman dancing, bird wing elbows, knees this way and that.
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140555
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They were everywhere walking right above us or so it seemed, back and forth, back and forth with their lousy, crunching heels making hollow chewed up noises that took all the sweet sounds left on earth and had them march along…
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140543
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Atlanta, 1990The night we almost died,crushed at a one-hit wonder concert,comes back to mewhen the club announces it's closing.An ancient excelsior millturned industrial dance hall,I spent three years mapping every dark corner, finding secret places for sex and…
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140500
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Welcome to the genocide city zone I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay We've been killing folks here All the live-long day If you want to join us You'll have to pay the price Your soul's the cost, so ante up C'mon and shoot the dice Welcome to the genocide city zone …
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