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Her eyeballs are made of fur, like plush little bumblebees at home in her sockets.
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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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i am either lacerated /or ill at ease / continually subject to gusts of life
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Life is easier for the handsome. /
They are more pleasant to deal with.
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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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This was just noise now – pure, raw noise, grabbed from their throats and flung high by some sharp claws of violence buried in their breasts. Even from his third floor apartment, they sounded like they were right outside his window now. It was if they h
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He fell through her scalp-crust
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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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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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The goose on the roof isn’t aware it is doing anything odd...
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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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I am asking for something as simple as water. In an oak tree, weeping, a child climbed too high. Tears that the barkstain will never wash clear. O love. We ask far too much when we fall. In a momentary lapsus, the words…
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I smell it, it smells/Of giggles and leg shaking
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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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Chuck woke when he smelled cooking.
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drunkards indulge, addicts abuse
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On shingle of seashells &
Bullet shells,
Ghosts drift along the shore
Of the Black Sea.
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Why do people kill themselves with food? It’s obvious, I suppose. They’re hungry.
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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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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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Two types coexist- the sanguine/
and exsanguinated./
My skin is cool/
and pale as moonlight
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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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I rifled through the bedside table until I found dirty magazines
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Getting answers felt like it was not enough. Madam Mayweather wanted more. She wanted to hurt someone.
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“They’re not gonna shoot him?” Rick cried.
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His name is Rick Reynolds. His name is Steve Redford.
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On a trail, Richard and I came upon a saguaro cactus that had dried in the shape of a human figure. Its arms were lifted and its back was stooped. I said, “It looks like my mother.”
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