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there's looks between the covers and shotguns in the drawer
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It was bound to happen. Even celebrities can only take so much. The constant comparisons to Christ (people still think He was born in December), assumptions that he was anti-Semite or anti-Islam, and accusations from PETA, now ad litem for…
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19. You never know yourself till you know the dust. 51. Treasures are the ligatures between our wants and love. 33. Truth is able to turn one's stomach.
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There's something wrong with my feet, if they are my feet at all.
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Mr. Wazzeldot has seven legs. He lives very comfortably. He likes to sit by the fire. There's a large cushion for a chair, and in the evenings, he sips his Bloody Marys. I know because I visit him…
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Contention over market share/
is bred in them and we are cousins
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162811
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Who hasn't got a scar...some flesh wound of memory.
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162821
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They were really big, a lot larger and taller and stronger than he was. Sometimes they were holding him, all of him, high up in the air. Sometimes they would have him crawl in front of them. Often they put him into some form of holding cell.
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162866
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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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162800
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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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162812
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She remembered how cold it was in the factory that day. A few of the high windows stood open as usual, necessary for ventilation when the machines were all running, when the concrete floors were packed with the sweating bodies of warm human workers. The
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162820
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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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Almost every weekend I'd ask Henry to go out with me and Marge, telling him we could double and, hey, maybe he could bring Ellen, who he dated a while back, who still asked about him. I'd suggest such things as going to a movie or out for a few drinks to reminisce about our…
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162823
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["Mea Culpa" means: I don't care what you think, sorry is when I feel like making you hear me say it.]
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...the scream and the face...
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The alphabets will disappear.
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162744
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"..squeezing her eyes and mouth tightly."
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1627116
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Is this a place to show posterity and mortality?
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Karin sat down. Her heart beating fast, she clutched her chest. “I’m in over my head.”
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My father bouncing his leg to slow rock music with me on one knee, telling me I should keep a special place in my heart for my teeth, to remember where I lose them, on the playground like he did when he was my age, fighting a friend named Bobby-Joe. Or else I could lose…
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When he was certain he was ready, he set out. The journey was arduous for a man of his years. Yet, he seemed to spring to it, like a dog to a bone. Maybe like a lion to it's prey; mostly in the best way possible for a man such as he.
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162763
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It is not unusual to see Göttwigg with his shirt on inside out.
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162733
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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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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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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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162678
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Sulawesi-Kalosi brews bitter and watery without proper care.
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We played synthetic derivative punk. We used Donald Trump tweets as lyrics.
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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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the neighborhood glistens, silver,/
in an otherwise sad November/
light
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