1514 11 6
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Shadows are so admirable in film noir
less so on x-rays and mammograms
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151453
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—Jesus, a snoring cat. No wonder Alex put this cat outside.
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1514219
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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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151300
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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.
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151351
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Nicole knows that Deirdre is winding up for the weekly pitch, practicing the line in her mind.
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151345
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His daddy died in his sleep. Went to bed one might and never got up.
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151332
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151311
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You can tell
Noah hates
his job
and stares off
into space
not thinking of
birds
or land anymore
or the stars
just that wide
wide water
that won’t go
away
and why in the vast
flooded
damned
world
he was the one
w
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“I’m making a dress,” she said, feeding the pages through the sewing machine.
He didn’t know how to answer. “Are those my books?”
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1513149
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Endurance wears the soul thin.//
The hour to succumb ticks ever closer.
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151322
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Starry, Starry Night
we slept, talked and did the nasty
where I, in innocence once
built a raft of driftwood
to take me twenty miles across
to the shore from which we ferried
escaping my Father’s demise
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151332
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Momma pointed out our paintings on the walls, the signs we had learned, but when Daddy saw our friends, their wheelchairs, braces on their legs, he left...
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15131710
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my family's Scottish heritage
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15131610
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They teach that emotional pain is physical pain, culture pain is science pain, but they cannot test for the absence of these synaptic conclusions. I will say, if you can test me and find something missing then you can supplement me for the missing thing.
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151394
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William Shakespeare (a surname that meant "wanker" back in the day, by the way)
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151342
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Whatever innocence Michelle had brought to the game was long gone, even the part where she dreamed she was the star of a righteous, asskicking movie.
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151386
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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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151287
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For the first time in her life
She felt she understood
The smell of a man.
The smell of white tulips,
The taste of a persimmon
In her mouth.
She remembered how married she felt
To him, in that moment. How close
To the earth, and ancien
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151200
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She didn't want to let go of the crumpled tissue she had been holding all this time, as it is wrong to litter, but she finally did, and felt free. Released. Bad. Naughty. Almost orgasmic.
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151276
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"I tell you about ten other men
who want to love me and two I could kiss
in the smoking room of a jazz club,
you wonder if I’d love anyone."
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151263
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Chant the ice cream mantra.
Prance the do dah day ballet.
Trot the t-bone tango two-step.
Dance the livelong day away.
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151264
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. . . he wants to organize society into its most efficient configuration with everyone thinking alike and willingly cooperating. Only then, he believes, can humanity reach its full potential.
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151276
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The window washer started saving pigeons whose feet were wrapped in fine black thread, the result, he informed me, of picking through trash bins. They are very intelligent, he went on to explain. (Right, trash bins, I thought to myself.) People tend to av
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151242
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It was hard, in the crowded vacation house,
to make love as they would have alone.
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151211
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I like babies and little kids, more than some people but goddamn, children's laughter out of nowhere (in the night, when you're not expecting it) is creepy. I don't like slugs smeared like nightmare goo on my summer-bare feet, I could do without them in …
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151277
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And a delicacy
in the right regrets.
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1511105
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Two types coexist- the sanguine/
and exsanguinated./
My skin is cool/
and pale as moonlight
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151121
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Jill's number was flashing on Carol's caller ID. Jill, the baby sister she had practically raised after their mother died of a stroke when Carol was 12. It had been months since they'd talked. Jill had been avoiding Carol because Jill's idiot husband Mark…
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