1625 13 6
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Eric was born with three testicles.
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1625 8 6
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Life is easier for the handsome. /
They are more pleasant to deal with.
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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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1625 8 4
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I rifled through the bedside table until I found dirty magazines
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1625 2 1
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Gert sat in the car and wiped at the inside of the window while the defroster blasted at full strength. The shards and slivers of ice that networked across the windshield were just thick enough to hinder visibility. Bane wrenched the door open and shoved
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1625 4 2
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My playing would falter languidly, and transcend itself like a wishful Nocturne
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In an authentic Irish pub in Las Vegas where over much crowd noise the three of us are discussing Yeats, Joyce and Lady Gregory. We’re in an Irish pub after all, plus the fact we’re literature profs attending a Vegas academic conference.
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1625 13 11
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I was always more comfortable with the ponies than you were / more comfortable with betting windows and two-dollar bills than you were
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1625 9 7
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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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1624 3 2
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We’re not like a lot of your fly-by-night disease-based charities. Every pence we raise goes directly to St. Bartholomew’s, where 90% of it ends up in the pockets of doctors so they can buy expensive horses.
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1624 2 1
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Welcome to OTHERS. A place where I hope you will experience the enchantment of a time and place like no other
MATTITUCK 1971
LIKE YOU NEVER KNEW IT
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1624 6 6
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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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1624 2 0
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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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1624 6 3
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It is not unusual to see Göttwigg with his shirt on inside out.
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1624 8 6
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My uncle lived part-time in prison, in a cell with a blanket, pillow, and towel. The remainder of his days he lived in a small house on Prospect Street.
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1624 7 7
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The light on his face from a lamp,
felt hat with a black band scrunched down,
the light on his face as though thrown there,
the nose creating a strong shadow,
with dark, straight eyebrows under the hat,
red and orange beard.
Leaning forwar
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1624 4 4
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Feelin’, feelin’ good, down-fallin’ down/rain, rain, rain came today,/wet alfresco alchemy
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1623 13 11
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He sat at the bar and waited for her. He looked at the noon drinkers with indifferent eyes.
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1623 0 0
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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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1623 7 6
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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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1623 1 1
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Route 346 is the way Pop drove to Troy long after everybody else took Route 2. Today Charlie and I drive in the opposite direction. Back then, Pop drove us to Troy on Route 346 on Sunday afternoons with the car windows…
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1623 3 2
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On shingle of seashells &
Bullet shells,
Ghosts drift along the shore
Of the Black Sea.
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He had a simple dream: He wanted to become a star, and not one of those tv stars because those die, those die all the time, and before dying they usually become terrible shadows of their former selves, vile creatures who exploit their own former glory...
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1623 1 0
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Hoo-ah! I love these open mikes, I get a chance to pour it out, this… whatever it is, this passion, all this love from I’ll never know where, and then, and then, sometimes, too much hate. Everything’s like all zowie!—splashing scarlet and purple,
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1623 6 2
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The goose on the roof isn’t aware it is doing anything odd...
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1623 5 3
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This woman is naked to the waist and then nakeder below that.
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1623 10 6
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my hands splash in to
silver and suds
in attempts to rinse
blues caked in grease
away for a while
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1623 8 8
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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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1622 10 7
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I have known a head become / a callus, matriculate, stop / shaving, move to Vegas
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