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His grandmother's recipe called for the pasta dough to be beaten with a bone--and not just any bone either. It had to be a human femur. This was his first hurdle. Where would he get such a thing at this hour in this part of town? Or, for that matter, at any…
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Motionless seconds turned
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A woman with fallen breasts is attempting to hang her laundry on a string. Two tall men mount horses and ride them into the meadow. A squad of children wrap themselves around a playground.
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15101613
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The body is an endless safari
filled with rhino sightings
and encounters with antelope.
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151032
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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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151061
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Fucking buffalo, the curse of the writer.
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What fascinates me now is now, this instant, this moment. This fugitive, this delinquent, this indiscreet, this forever elusive now. Now now. Now is now and now it is not now. Now is the adversary of time.…
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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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For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn
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151065
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Infinity occurs as an afterthought, for discoverers like Columbus as for countries like America.
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150933
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They look like giant golden raindrops, or flying saucers, or peculiar fish out of their element
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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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I Charles had always been bad at small talk, especially when the other person wasn't helping by taking part. “What're we doing after this?” He asked. Hiro's reply was to frown at…
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Your usage of the English language / is awkward and passé—
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some days you wake up/ to feel horror/ wrapped beneath your blanket./
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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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150955
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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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150962
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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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150996
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New waitress/bartender
draws my attention to
bare ankles and red hair
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150976
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Anyone thinking they aren’t alone on life’s journey has their head up their ass.
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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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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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150910
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["LIKE SAND THROUGH THE HOURGLASS ... SO ... ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES!"]
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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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150955
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Black bugs are falling, fluttering down
like big, black snow flakes.
Two bugs, almost always,
sometimes only one.
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The aisle, nave and/
transept twist themselves/
into an auditorium.
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150943
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the start of what you predicted
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I have known a head become / a callus, matriculate, stop / shaving, move to Vegas
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150832
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—So much for a cocktail at the tender hour of twilight, he told the empty beer bottle.
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Her eyeballs are made of fur, like plush little bumblebees at home in her sockets.
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