1517 4 2
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It was hard, in the crowded vacation house,
to make love as they would have alone.
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151711
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If I floated about this coffee cafe,Like a spirit, just watching.In this room of framed fake memories,A room of ambient light, marketing to the masses,(It works; it gets 'em in the doors.)If I floated, I'd seeThese people sitting—eating, drinking, sipping, typing,…
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151675
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Nothing changes; the moon arcs its mindful lemon eye. . .
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1516149
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Pain is the saddle which rides me
Pain is the cowboy's gun
More morphing, please!
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151632
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To him the younger women, contemporaries of the bride, all sounded as if they were breathing helium.
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1516135
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151645
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His daddy died in his sleep. Went to bed one might and never got up.
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151653
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The skinny one was kinda cute. He had this little mole over the left corner of his mouth that she just wanted to suck. She kept watching it go up and down as he talked, the way his full lips kept spreading and coming together. She really wanted to kiss…
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151640
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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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151653
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The arrangements of lights on the cracking towers are a segment of Orion’s belt, the handle of the Big Dipper and a section of Andromeda’s spine.
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151677
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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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151676
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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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151623
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One of the publishing industry’s dirty little secrets is that first novels sell much better than second novels. So why not enhance your chances for success by calling your second novel your first?
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1516116
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The question isn't whether we will survive-/
like rats, we are supremely adaptive-//
but whether we should survive.
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151600
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Even if you're doing it together, there's no unity when everyone's dancing to their own tune.
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151642
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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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151686
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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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151653
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—Jesus, a snoring cat. No wonder Alex put this cat outside.
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1516219
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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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151522
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I am a human resource, batteries not included
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151500
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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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151500
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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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151511
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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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151564
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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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15151810
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The one thing I believe in is collapse./
Abandoned buildings collapse. Civilizations//
collapse. Financial bubbles collapse./
Stars and galaxies collapse. Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things.
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151522
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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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151542
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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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151584
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—Well, are you having an affair with Jack Mahler?
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