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The room turns red and I start screaming and ejaculating. The whole class is watching as Mr.Smith slams down my copy of the test with his right hand and swiftly tears off my penis with his left.
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They watched the seven o'clock news.
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children love to push the gas up and down my limbs
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She wasn't even trying to live.
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Dear Ray Bradbury, yesterday
was my thirteenth birthday, and I could not stop thinking of the
Mennonite girl in the milkwhite bonnet,
the squint of her eye, the twitch of her anxious finger on the trigger,
sudden holes bloomi
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Her memory was a faded pastiche of the past, and indeed the present sat uneasily in the middle of the dreams that governed her mind; so it was that often she would forget the day, the time, the year.
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men sitting on stoops
women earning the rent
by working as servants
in the rich folks yard
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"S- E- X -- ever heard of it?"
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Read signs sometimes and you just might get where you're trying to go. When Eddie suggested they stop for a Whopper, Dennis said no. "Fuck Burger King, man. Let's get that Wendy's up there." They got…
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The sting of a slap will be remembered, as will sex, or at least a fragment of it, such as the face of a man in your room who tied your hands with the belt of your plush terry bathrobe.
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Bill Watterson isn't just the creator of the world's best comic strip. According to the book “Looking for Calvin and Hobbes,” a biography of the elusive and reclusive cartoonist, Watterson is also a world-class introvert. Watterson refuses to make…
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just another torn & burning journeyflag for the rebel heart. All we know forsure is that dancing among the toads andcrickets takes a bit of courage. Beauty takesreal living guts these days. Laughing takes guts,too. Living takes love. Love is feeling. What'dyou think I…
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Now Ninalee gets up from the table. She starts to put some snacks in a bag for Janny and Benjie, and some storybooks in there too, to read to them in the park: books about trains, mostly, and there’s one with a bus and one with a car...
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perhaps because they were holding hands and sharing tears; perhaps because the moon shone so brightly; perhaps for no reason at all; but both the Coriander and Isabella felt a surge of hope so strongly that both smiled a genuine smile.
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You say we will go together to the park and dig a shallow grave and atone for everything we ever did by breathing soil deep into our lungs, and the wolves will leave.
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Your Uncle Howard and I listened to Dutch Reagan re broadcast big league baseball on WHO Radio when we were little. He'd call the play action off the wire complete with sound effects. The son of a bitch turned out to be a Republican...
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Our beautiful currencies and stamps/
disappear into the digital vortex/
of accelerated appetites.
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The body is an endless safari
filled with rhino sightings
and encounters with antelope.
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Kids said the boiler room was haunted. I don’t know if it was true then but it sure is now.
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It is hunting season
in Jersey today.
They say
“There are too many deer
in Jersey today.”
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“I’m going,” O’Bannon-Krim says with exasperation as she throws trinkets such as Dylan Thomas beer coozies and Edna St. Vincent Millay hair scrunchies into a cardboard box.
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This morning, my band mates discussed their relationship deal breakers.
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Jody wakes some days with pieces missing.
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the start of what you predicted
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Chuck woke when he smelled cooking.
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of Jim Beam when I was maybe fifteen. Or anyway old enough to admire the lesson.
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In the summer when it's light out later it's my nature to linger a couple of hours in the park after work, just standing around watching the Downtown Divas working the corner, offering themselves to each male driver who stops for the light and I always joke with them about…
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"Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit..."
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The summer I turned fourteen I wanted a job so I could start saving for a car. Actually, I had a job, but it wasn't much. Seventy-five cents…
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