1570 10 7
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I have known a head become / a callus, matriculate, stop / shaving, move to Vegas
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157066
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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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157022
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157055
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i am either lacerated /or ill at ease / continually subject to gusts of life
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157094
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When it starts looking bad enough, I bundle up and head out the door.
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15701211
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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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157011
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…like candy and puke on your tongue, the fakest broad ever, cruising like a busted prow, busted wheel, mast and stem, these stately wrecks and rotten flowers of perfume and the deadly bitchiness of the modern woman’s expectations.
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157042
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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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157021
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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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1570117
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He flipped through a book of poems Ani’d given me. Nothing fell out so he tore it in two. I said his mama must notta read to this one and one of the older cops laughed and he hit me.
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157010
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“Eat more bugs,” said an old one.
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1570219
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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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156910
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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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156900
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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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156921
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Mutiny is the last I remember.
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156942
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Downton Abbey and The Beverly Hillbillies. They're practically the same show.
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156955
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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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156920
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You held my hand when I hit the ground and told me the shakes would start soon.
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156983
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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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156921
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"In the grave my lips will still be moving."
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156962
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The goose on the roof isn’t aware it is doing anything odd...
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156997
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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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156800
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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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156800
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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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156855
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Life is easier for the handsome. /
They are more pleasant to deal with.
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156840
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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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156874
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Not all ideas are bad, just mine.
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156852
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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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156856
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Wearing Land’s End clothes at life’s end
Driving around in circles in your Codgermobile
with 3 good hubcaps.
Who wouldn’t want to steal that?
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1568115
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So I told her
think of it this way:
you’re my unlived life.
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