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His name is Rick Reynolds. His name is Steve Redford.
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My playing would falter languidly, and transcend itself like a wishful Nocturne
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He's driving in the Sierra Nevada with his wife and their small daughters and the girls are fighting and he can't take much more of it.
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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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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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There was a hole in my tooth. It wouldn't let anything go.
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W here do you think you're going
what'll you think you'll do
running down this highway
that you never even knew
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How the hell do these 1/8 inch long red-eyed flying insects wind up in my kitchen anyway?
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On shingle of seashells &
Bullet shells,
Ghosts drift along the shore
Of the Black Sea.
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The spirit smiled and held out his hand, the light in the room magnified and he brushed past the books and the thoughts still hanging in the small alcove, " You are ready now.
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I smell it, it smells/Of giggles and leg shaking
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Chuck woke when he smelled cooking.
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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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He’s more than a little pissed at all this eternal boulder rolling.
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It was entirely my fault, misreading signals. I have a clumsy imagination, mistook your gushing about my boobs as a soul connection. Then you said something about us being lovers in a past life, and I remembered Bobby Bubion from high school, his strategy for…
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drunkards indulge, addicts abuse
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Life is easier for the handsome. /
They are more pleasant to deal with.
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The faces of the sun remain unaltered across the
seven day forecast.
I am sweat-glued to a poem, looking up at the
wall-mounted TV in a diner in the Valley
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It’s just that—well, I don’t know how to put this—
With a Dadaist poet a non-affair is the height of erotic bliss.
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The Fourth Defenestration took place in September of that year, and it became an instant internet sensation. Mostly because of the fall from great heights into an enormous pile of haufen mist, arranged by a bunch of henchmen pals of Boris and Vladimir
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While he was in there he saw another man walk in, five years his senior. He was ushered back by a woman with bare legs and a white coat, as if she was role playing a professional masseuse. He'd caught sight of the man's ring finger and it hand a plain gol
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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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We sat quietly in my truck. My lit cigarette twitched between my lips. Samantha and I stared at the front door of Planned Parenthood in Worcester.
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...I’m honest enough to know that fucking around has never been accidental or unplanned. Every time I did it, even in the rock bottom throes of esteem, sobriety, and life, yes, even on the brink of suicide, I knew exactly what I was doing...
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Many weddings took place at the foot of the Astronomical Clock Tower. One every hour, on the hour. It turned out these were set-up photo shoots for things like men’s cologne, brocade bridal gowns, and smoked carp. At night we wandered around the many
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The next moment is a convergence made from a single repeating sequence that disappears behind the voice that tells of it.
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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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