1554 10 5
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Chuck woke when he smelled cooking.
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155363
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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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1553105
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Two types coexist- the sanguine/
and exsanguinated./
My skin is cool/
and pale as moonlight
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15531210
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"S- E- X -- ever heard of it?"
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155344
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Francesca is a sweet girl and everything, but her incessant doting on Paolo is best left private . . .
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155398
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The Chicago to Denver fast train clocked 90 MPH plus, but braked hard on the long curve through town, sparks ringing flanged wheels.
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155355
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How the hell do these 1/8 inch long red-eyed flying insects wind up in my kitchen anyway?
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155365
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I'm in love with Uzma Goef, a beautiful young woman less than half my age.
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155322
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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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155375
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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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155363
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It is not unusual to see Göttwigg with his shirt on inside out.
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155332
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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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1553158
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Ghosts//
and the voice of God/
never actually visited you
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155343
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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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155311
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feet soft as eyelids on the tarmac
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1552119
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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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155240
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They keep
shining
against each
other
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155232
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It's a tunnel, you know, like the neck of a bottle, the tunnel the hair comes up, it's coming out soon, I'm an adolescent now, dammit.
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155222
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Sitting on the couch when we got cable television, on that first day. Pressing buttons that sounded like the slap that your attention span would take as you made your way through the twenty, thirty, forty channels. As you grew older, the amount of channel
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155210
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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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155242
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It was hard, in the crowded vacation house,
to make love as they would have alone.
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1551116
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Today’s new YouTube kitten;
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155198
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They articulate my failings as a human being./
They articulate my greater rage at human beings//
here for such a short time and at the precipice already
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155111
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Five years ago—or maybe ten—I clipped an article containing a quote that has haunted and inspired me ever since, and tacked it to my wall. Describing the success of diplomats from nearly ninety nations to convene in Oslo, Norway, and agree on the wording
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155131
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This was looking down from what we know as The Grassy Knoll.
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155176
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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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15511110
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They wanted to go fresh water fishing, so I had to buy worms. None there in the saltwater town. Drove about 10 miles over the long bridge to cross the bay. I'd been there before. Walked in and a crusty, little skinny man got up from his chair. He: Watcha need? Me: Fresh…
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1551108
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Unreasonable anger, Each hour prescribed
The house haunted
with good intentions,
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155133
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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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155185
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My grandmother is magnificently breasted in her floor-length nightgown.
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