1575 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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157455
|
He’s more than a little pissed at all this eternal boulder rolling.
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157400
|
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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1574135
|
|
157422
|
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
|
157431
|
There was a hole in my tooth. It wouldn't let anything go.
|
157498
|
drunkards indulge, addicts abuse
|
157455
|
Life is easier for the handsome. /
They are more pleasant to deal with.
|
157498
|
The Chicago to Denver fast train clocked 90 MPH plus, but braked hard on the long curve through town, sparks ringing flanged wheels.
|
157486
|
He fell through her scalp-crust
|
157442
|
My playing would falter languidly, and transcend itself like a wishful Nocturne
|
157462
|
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.
|
157431
|
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.
|
1574144
|
|
157462
|
The goose on the roof isn’t aware it is doing anything odd...
|
157441
|
The next moment is a convergence made from a single repeating sequence that disappears behind the voice that tells of it.
|
157475
|
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…
|
157355
|
i am either lacerated /or ill at ease / continually subject to gusts of life
|
157384
|
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.
|
157300
|
His name is Rick Reynolds. His name is Steve Redford.
|
157332
|
On shingle of seashells &
Bullet shells,
Ghosts drift along the shore
Of the Black Sea.
|
157398
|
Years later he surveys this place again to post something, anything. He plays "sex on fire," sounds that once fueled him. Now he knows the song is about VD, not unbridled potency. Names and words all seem at once familiar and numbing and noise. He once wanted fame or…
|
157332
|
...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...
|
1573119
|
For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn
|
157353
|
—Jesus, a snoring cat. No wonder Alex put this cat outside.
|
1572105
|
Two types coexist- the sanguine/
and exsanguinated./
My skin is cool/
and pale as moonlight
|
157276
|
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
|
15721312
|
Let's say maybe you're in a place your mind has never left, and let's say maybe it's Mississippi, and let's say maybe it's summer with kudzu throbbing green all around you, and let's say maybe she's a Sagittarius girl, standing in that driveway with her young breasts…
|
157244
|
Originally designed for para-morticians and pre-professional undertakers, the Protocol has now been certified and approved for over-the-counter purchase and is completely safe (check local regulations for sales to minors: not approved for veterinary use).
|
157200
|
“They’re not gonna shoot him?” Rick cried.
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