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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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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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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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156421
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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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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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156475
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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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156488
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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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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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15632314
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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156300
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His name is Rick Reynolds. His name is Steve Redford.
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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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1563189
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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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156377
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It’s so uncomfortable being an Angel in a sack
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156362
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The goose on the roof isn’t aware it is doing anything odd...
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For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn
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156353
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—Jesus, a snoring cat. No wonder Alex put this cat outside.
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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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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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156222
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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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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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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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1562115
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So I told her
think of it this way:
you’re my unlived life.
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1562152
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It was Fredrick Miller, not his murdered son Matthew, who was executed Monday night at Henshaw Prison. (the system won't take anything under 200 characters, so this part is just to take up space. please ignore)
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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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156210
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“Eat more bugs,” said an old one.
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Nurse Smithers straightened Dr. Baumgartner’s feathered head dress. it had slipped down below the caduceus so carefully painted on his forehead by the medical ritual staff.
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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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