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Two types coexist- the sanguine/
and exsanguinated./
My skin is cool/
and pale as moonlight
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156021
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This morning as I stepped out of the shower I was hit with a panicked fit in which it became urgent that I rid my flesh of each drop of water that burdened it. Not quite like the feeling of being…
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156055
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156032
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On shingle of seashells &
Bullet shells,
Ghosts drift along the shore
Of the Black Sea.
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156010
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I could feel the old house skulking in the shadows. In the basement I used to play in the dark, shine a flashlight on the angular black widows creeping in the corners, feed them ants and silverfish and flies with the wings pulled off so the web wouldn’
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156075
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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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1560108
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Unreasonable anger, Each hour prescribed
The house haunted
with good intentions,
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1560158
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Ghosts//
and the voice of God/
never actually visited you
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155922
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I'm living where I've always lived, in Georgia.
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155963
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It was that pink lipstick found
on the end of that brown filter
yeah, think it was an Old Gold
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1559119
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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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155984
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I rifled through the bedside table until I found dirty magazines
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155900
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Sacrificial vic bleeds out . . .
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15591210
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"S- E- X -- ever heard of it?"
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1559116
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W here do you think you're going
what'll you think you'll do
running down this highway
that you never even knew
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155955
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For I would draw a diagramTo signify the things I amBut I think you know--Todd Rundgren The door was opened before me. I know that's not a good way to start out on an adventure, but it is what happened to me. I didn't see any beckoning light, I felt a crazy urge, like…
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155922
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Starry, Starry Night
we slept, talked and did the nasty
where I, in innocence once
built a raft of driftwood
to take me twenty miles across
to the shore from which we ferried
escaping my Father’s demise
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155932
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“There is no future in art,
you will not change lives
with flowery words.
Please don’t rock the boat”
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The slicing is easy. Blade barely touching skin, flesh separating into two clean parts. A breath, and blood fills in the space, an old friend materializing in the shadows. I am redolent with hope and desire. I can't stop thinking of how he excised himself from my…
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155911
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I like babies and little kids, more than some people but goddamn, children's laughter out of nowhere (in the night, when you're not expecting it) is creepy. I don't like slugs smeared like nightmare goo on my summer-bare feet, I could do without them in …
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155922
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Many weddings took place at the foot of the Astronomical Clock Tower. One every hour, on the hour. It turned out these were set-up photo shoots for things like men’s cologne, brocade bridal gowns, and smoked carp. At night we wandered around the many
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155910
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[WARNING: DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 'R XMAS!]
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155898
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drunkards indulge, addicts abuse
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155874
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Not all ideas are bad, just mine.
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155861
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Fucking buffalo, the curse of the writer.
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155876
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Steven was a hollow tree of a man — outwardly normal for a tired fortysomething, but empty inside. He lived alone in an old farmhouse that reeked of decomposition and Lysol, the previous tenant having left a dozen skinned raccoon carcasses in the attic.
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155821
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“There’s enough food to last here a week.” Ferdinand assured, as a dingy wooden cabin came into view. They were on foot now. He’d insisted on forcing the car into a ravine, using a heavy rock and the last of the gasoline to drive it into a heap of rusted
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155874
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It starts on the Fallopian Speedway
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155850
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Paulie opens the curtains in his bedsit to sunshine. And blue skies! He basks in it for a full minute, feeling the heat on his naked body.
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155812
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The world is always changing, even if it's in several eras at once.
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