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Baby Teak can access Wikipedia by rubbing two xylophone mallets together.
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A person is entitled to what she thinks and feels. A person can have all the thoughts and feelings she wants.
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“Why is there a gigantic sex toy sitting on your dining room table?” Mark asked recently. “That's not a gigantic sex toy,” I said. “It's a Wahl Hot & Cold Therapy Massager.”“Which is?” “An Advanced Pain…
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I am calling to tell you what’s going to happen tomorrow.
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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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She took a deep breath. Last night, she said, Who was the woman?
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Pain is the saddle which rides me
Pain is the cowboy's gun
More morphing, please!
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Her thirteen year old daughter had hung herself in the hallway closet of the old house. Now the closet was empty and unused. The door was locked.
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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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You said it looked like I could use some dietary counseling and rolled your eyes. I was too tired to be a smart-ass and just smirked. If you'd like to offer advice in person, reply here.
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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On shingle of seashells &
Bullet shells,
Ghosts drift along the shore
Of the Black Sea.
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While the head of the KKK stands by
for the next order, ready to mete out
punishment, and smoking a cigar.
They are so efficient, like ex-Nazis.
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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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It is not unusual to see Göttwigg with his shirt on inside out.
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However could anyone get Joyce scholarship mixed up with physical anthropology?
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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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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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My face in your face The light in your eyes Dancing and twirling Growing, alive A hall of mirrors reflecting me Shards of glass Silver and black Injure and cut Years of bad luck A hall of mirrors protecting me Wrinkles and bags Time's been unkind Disease and…
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Look out your window and know that the universe conspired to craft the sunrise for your morning tea, the mug clasped in hand, the light bouncing from the balcony railing. The empty seat next to you will always be filled
and I will never properly thank y
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I unwrap my #4, the greasy smell wafting over my nostrils, and I pause, with the understanding that this will be the highlight of my day, and that I should savor the moment, and then I bite in.
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In retrospect, we should have been a cult.
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to have something, but I don't think you need anything from me. There are poems that belong in your hair and no one else's. They should be like stars that only appear every one thousand years or so, then can only be seen when you are…
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He sits, a large man with a walrus mustache, pondering a gold telegraph key.
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Suddenly everything is delaminating
People are popping right off
the surface of humanity
I am coming loose from my previous lives
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Paris is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
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My father bouncing his leg to slow rock music with me on one knee, telling me I should keep a special place in my heart for my teeth, to remember where I lose them, on the playground like he did when he was my age, fighting a friend named Bobby-Joe. Or else I could lose…
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