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After the ship stopped shaking, the angry flashes of warning lights discontinued, a few people could be heard sobbing or whispering prayers.
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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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"In the grave my lips will still be moving."
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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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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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“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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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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In retrospect, we should have been a cult.
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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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a human hand/
looks sadly/
naked now
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He sits, a large man with a walrus mustache, pondering a gold telegraph key.
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I'm walking you / through Pere Lachaise
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Mutiny is the last I remember.
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In my dreams I am cremated in the burning Library of Alexandria.
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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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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Paris is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
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Francesca is a sweet girl and everything, but her incessant doting on Paolo is best left private . . .
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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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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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Let's make a monetary enticement for writers who can revel in the magnitude of this tragedy...
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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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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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o christ/ here you are again/ you sickness appearing in my brain/ pouring smog from my jaw/ my body hot and cold as though sleepless/ while i could sleep/ centuries/ undisturbed/ and awaken, tireder still./
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4th of July weekend, Woodland canyon, summer heat like the Garden of Eden, lush, green, secluded. She lay by the creek in a lounge chair under dappled shade from the sycamore trees, listening to the frogs jump and the birds sing, admiring the orange tiger lilies that…
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