1566 18 9
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The Street singer gathers up his coins
and counts to a hundred before
The last string stops vibrating
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156621
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"In the grave my lips will still be moving."
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156677
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It’s so uncomfortable being an Angel in a sack
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156686
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1. How can one begrudge the cracking open of a heart?When the lava love fire loaded insanity of self-control disappearsAnd the raw spewing beginsYou better be ready for the truthIt ain't gonna be prettyYou'll wish you were deadYou won't recognize where you areYou'll be…
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1566219
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Polite society will cheer/
as another body is discovered//
and disposed of. The cheers/
will drown out the gasps
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156688
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I could hide away in this tower
But I am Rapunzel
And I will let down my hair
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15651613
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The body is an endless safari
filled with rhino sightings
and encounters with antelope.
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156596
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New waitress/bartender
draws my attention to
bare ankles and red hair
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156583
|
I was talking to this famous female artist
at the reception, (as if I knew anything,)
“If you want to be taken as a serious artist now,
you have to have one long serious eyebrow.”
There was no reaction. So, I said:
“Also, you should kn
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156512
|
David looked at the plaque sitting on top of his computer monitor and wondered if he’d even touched it since he’d placed it there. He picked it up and brushed off six years’ worth of dust into the wastebasket on top of the mustard-stained sandwich wrappe
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15651211
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Wanna,wanna, whoop de loop. Hold my baby, kiss my mom, dance the way I used to do. Desktops, blacktops, cut and paste, speed down hills, learn the rules, Sister Saint Marion, married to Christ. Sixteen, life-green, pink tights, Swan Lake, an…
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156521
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Lucy shrugs into the corner of the train's seat. She envelopes her IPod in both hands as if she's praying or holding a conch shell: safe, secure like when she visited a Morcombe beach in the school holidays. The only giveaway's the white headphone cord.
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156597
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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.
|
156510
|
“Eat more bugs,” said an old one.
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1565119
|
For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn
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156575
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Nine sated elephants and an ass sit around a decimated Thanksgiving table discussing the state of the union over the hacked to bits carcass of a twenty-three pound turkey. Two years in to The Great Communicator's Lame Duck term and the nine elephants, whose…
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156400
|
Alysia grabbed her luggage and rolled it behind her. Looking up at the sky, it was nighttime. She could see the crescent moon above, adding to the darkness.
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156400
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Everyone kept up with Nemo until the scent led them to the edge of the city. The elders sniffed the ground and found Satoshi’s scent into the stoned woods.
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156466
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Then I am wearing a brightly colored raincoat while sitting on a deck among hundreds of tiny glowing spores
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156400
|
Captain Zeep came to Earth at last century's end to help pave the way for a Zorkian takeover by 2012 at the latest. Key to the game plan: Earthlings had to get dumber than eggplants. When George Bush stole the White House, Zeep figured, Bingo, dumb…
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156455
|
It is hunting season
in Jersey today.
They say
“There are too many deer
in Jersey today.”
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156400
|
His name is Rick Reynolds. His name is Steve Redford.
|
156442
|
They continued sitting by the fake oasis, drinking single malt, eating soy crackers and chatting about the quality of escorts in glitzy glamping resorts. The Paring happened on number three. Just as the gold leafed chocolate fondant oozed decadent Bolivia
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156463
|
. . . 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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156462
|
The goose on the roof isn’t aware it is doing anything odd...
|
156453
|
—Jesus, a snoring cat. No wonder Alex put this cat outside.
|
156310
|
"Did you want that with the shrimp or the chicken?" the waitress asked. "Uh, shrimp is fine" the old man replied. "I'll be right back with some more bread" the waitress plasters a fake smile on as she walks away. 'What the hell am I doing. I've got a BS i
|
156355
|
He’s more than a little pissed at all this eternal boulder rolling.
|
156300
|
Martin Heidegger wore hearing protection out on the tarmac at JFK. The runways were broad and he danced and leapt with the freedom of a Cats performer while he guided planes to the terminal.
|
156322
|
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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