1563 8 7
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there’s more to life than poontang
but not when you’re sixteen and
your hands are full of heavy breasts
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156366
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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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156300
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His name is Rick Reynolds. His name is Steve Redford.
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1563138
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Now, if someone is tellin' you that she had a date with Edgar Allen Poe, you might be tempted to say, "Hey, sister, what kind of drugs you be doin' for the last two days?" But I swear on my Aunt Boo's chastity belt that's what went down and with my…
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156396
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New waitress/bartender
draws my attention to
bare ankles and red hair
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156383
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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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156312
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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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15631211
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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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156321
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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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156377
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It’s so uncomfortable being an Angel in a sack
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156261
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I’m trying to get this said, this piece of fact. If I am a person who can own something, then that something that I own is not me, not me as a person. I do not own my foot, my foot is my own. It’s like a whatsit, a semantic distinction I’m trying to
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156200
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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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156200
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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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1562154
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A delicate thrill buzzed my face.
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156200
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Getting answers felt like it was not enough. Madam Mayweather wanted more. She wanted to hurt someone.
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156277
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Suddenly everything is delaminating
People are popping right off
the surface of humanity
I am coming loose from my previous lives
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156255
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It is hunting season
in Jersey today.
They say
“There are too many deer
in Jersey today.”
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156286
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He fell through her scalp-crust
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15622314
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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156262
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The goose on the roof isn’t aware it is doing anything odd...
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156297
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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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1562119
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For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn
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156253
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—Jesus, a snoring cat. No wonder Alex put this cat outside.
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156110
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"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
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156122
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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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156155
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Life is easier for the handsome. /
They are more pleasant to deal with.
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156140
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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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156120
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This was just noise now – pure, raw noise, grabbed from their throats and flung high by some sharp claws of violence buried in their breasts. Even from his third floor apartment, they sounded like they were right outside his window now. It was if they h
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156152
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They build them high they do in Waveland, Mississippi.The tall houses with their skinny thighs spread wide flirting with the dusky coast, like antebellum ladies petticoats lifted, stockings wetted, ankles bared, savingtheir hems from the unpredictable tide,…
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