1447 4 3
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Until the ivy hides me in
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144733
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Much as the cockerel crows the break of day/ So, too, has our love similar herald,
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144721
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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
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144752
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Felix, vigorous vendor of Viagra and part-time picture framer, well-fed and fond and faithless as his spouse
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144722
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The spirit bottles line the top of the bar
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144734
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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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144641
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Pinnacles
State Park
lying on our backs
stoned on hash
around a campfire
looking up at the
clear see-through
blue green stars
to the other side
of the universe
I know now
you are out there
I float up to
within 2
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144651
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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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144610
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“We’re never going to get off the treadmill of paying ever-higher taxes," I said, "unless we get some creative suggestions from a professional bisexual tax advisor.”
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144600
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They look like amateur beavers, all twenty-seven of them on their knees, gnawing through frosting bark. My wife is taking notes on a huge purple flower, listening to the kids as they shout out what tree corresponds to what flavor.
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144642
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...it's about female needs, Rex.
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144642
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When he was certain he was ready, he set out. The journey was arduous for a man of his years. Yet, he seemed to spring to it, like a dog to a bone. Maybe like a lion to it's prey; mostly in the best way possible for a man such as he.
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144620
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The building ejects my condominium like an enormous videocassette.
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144642
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eleven seconds of infamy / brought to you by Glenfidditch /who the hell filmed this?
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144687
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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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144697
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Never mind that they cost millions per year just to amuse the monkey bone in us all or that they spew pollution or that their only real purpose is murder. They are justified by skill and thrill.
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144632
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The combined smells of ocean breeze, grilled cheese sandwiches, incense and sweat and burning herb that wafted over from Shakedown, along with windblown notes from tinny car speakers all rolled into a potent sensory cocktail he hadn’t tasted in far too l
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144631
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I am calling to tell you what’s going to happen tomorrow.
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144622
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When you're scared to write badly, that's when you write. You are probably trying to tell the truth.
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144522
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Snakes have no eyelids, no hips, no lobby in Washington (some creatures do!) and little support at home.
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144522
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I am a human resource, batteries not included
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1445108
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In a dream, he’s covered in masticated bits of paint and canvas and metal shavings and it keeps raining down until he’s buried and he wakes up with a yell.
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144553
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"My ex Maxine claimed red wine was the healthy alcohol choice. When we were married and I still had money she drank the expensive stuff, as if drinking Chateau Montrose 2005 instead of two buck chuck made her any less of a wino. She would have been better
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1445148
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an undercurrent of fear is running through my community
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144532
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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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144552
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I am not covetous for catnip,
Nor care where I sleep at night.
It irks me not who takes my
Favorite chair, or swats me off a table.
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144574
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An old man in overalls with rags on his head known locally as Bo Peep made his way up from the black side of town to the white. After listening for a few moments, he shook his head in disgust. “Boy, you can’t play them blues.”
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144565
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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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144522
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Many years later, as the smell of charring straw filled the basket she was standing in, high above faces turned upwards to watch her fly, she remembered the night her fingertips brushed snow off the Alps.
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144572
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My vagina invites you to a party
Whenever your time frees up
Or now,
Now would be better
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