1516 10 9
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He just up and dropped dead one day, Charles said. Pretty tough on Karen, I opined. Charles looked the other way.
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151662
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The goose on the roof isn’t aware it is doing anything odd...
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151610
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A San Francisco cab driver named Jake, a friend of a friend, was my date for the party. I didn't really like him, but I needed someone to bring. In the 70s free love was the norm, but it was hard to have sex with a guy I wasn't really attracted to. …
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151521
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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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151500
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Tater didn't like three things in this life: his daddy, his momma, and the stupid dog that chewed his jizzed on socks.
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1515119
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If you can’t consummate tomorrow / you may as well just annul the future
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1515119
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The universe extracts no retribution./
It annihilates without a thought/
of evil/good, sin/virtue.
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1515146
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He hates this body no less now/
than he did at 14 for its pudginess/
and the hair that can’t conform
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1515116
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Even in the fading light, it looked big enough to disembowel a man.
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15151911
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served as it is/
among these friends.
The frayed filaments/
tickle my chin and irritate my nostrils,
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15151213
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No one has touched me for a long, long time and I believe that is why I am dying. This is a notion that is new to me but it has persisted over the last few weeks and I believe I finally have apprehended the truth. There was a time, I remember all too well, when I might…
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1515108
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My sister / craves raisons
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151521
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The Syringimals were filled to their 60 ml capacity with a gelatinous ocher blood. They fluttered around using sparkly wings stolen from Disney fairies, and attempted language through wax lips that were usually secured with scotch tape.
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151534
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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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1514149
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Pain is the saddle which rides me
Pain is the cowboy's gun
More morphing, please!
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151495
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The number is very large/
and perpetually changes//
as old stars fade, explode,/
or collapse into something not stars
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151462
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George was the biggest coward alive. But he was too afraid to admit it. But that therein was his cowardice. He couldn't face the truth. He couldn't face his weakness. It made him uncomfortable, the thought that he might need to change.
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151452
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I walk through nameless
streets, narrow and winding,
past shops selling scarves,
spices, skins.
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151452
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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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151433
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Tell me everything about yourself, if I could care, I can pretend, let me pretend.
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151454
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The Zone is a garden of skyscrapers. Every building is a model.
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1514145
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Anson Chi/
tried to kill my wife
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151400
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What time is it? 3:47. Adam says before 5 is too early. Maybe he should stay home with our daughters once in a while. Let’s see him make it to 5 o’clock. It is Friday. I’ll mix it with orange juice. He never notices.
I better check on Debra.
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I didn’t see the little boy run up to Bandit until it was too late. The kid was about four and was excited to see such a big dog. He reached out his hand to pat Bandit’s head and Bandit lunged at him. The leash was wrenched from my hand, leaving a bloody
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Years later he surveys this place again to post something, anything. He plays "sex on fire," sounds that once fueled him. Now he knows the song is about VD, not unbridled potency. Names and words all seem at once familiar and numbing and noise. He once wanted fame or…
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The light on his face from a lamp,
felt hat with a black band scrunched down,
the light on his face as though thrown there,
the nose creating a strong shadow,
with dark, straight eyebrows under the hat,
red and orange beard.
Leaning forwar
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151411
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If I floated about this coffee cafe,Like a spirit, just watching.In this room of framed fake memories,A room of ambient light, marketing to the masses,(It works; it gets 'em in the doors.)If I floated, I'd seeThese people sitting—eating, drinking, sipping, typing,…
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151375
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Nothing changes; the moon arcs its mindful lemon eye. . .
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151322
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Secretly she suspected she was really a witch. She didn't have green skin or scraggly black hair, and certainly no flying monkeys. Maybe those came over time, the more bad things you did, the more ugly you became until all the world could see how horrible
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