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—Jesus, a snoring cat. No wonder Alex put this cat outside.
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I could hide away in this tower
But I am Rapunzel
And I will let down my hair
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I have known a head become / a callus, matriculate, stop / shaving, move to Vegas
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Alysia grabbed her luggage and rolled it behind her. Looking up at the sky, it was nighttime. She could see the crescent moon above, adding to the darkness.
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I had never seen anyone die. For first time in my life, I was afraid, even more than when my step-dad got drunk and roughed me up. When Dale Franklin got shot last year standing on the corner outside the laundry-mat it took the ambulance forty-five minu
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The Zone is a garden of skyscrapers. Every building is a model.
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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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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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Love needs loathing like cold weather needs warm clothing. And all truths, untruths and part truths need a place to live when a mind gets too sardine-packed with information and cynicism...
Some say there was a time when the light was brighter, the ear
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The light on his face from a lamp,
felt hat with a black band scrunched down,
the light on his face as though thrown there,
the nose creating a strong shadow,
with dark, straight eyebrows under the hat,
red and orange beard.
Leaning forwar
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Here comes my speed dealer
he's riding shotgun in the open
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Times were tough back then. Just a few jobs. This was in the late thirties. It's the story of how Albert hooked up with Iris. Their unlikely meeting took place when they met out on the Highway 61 right-of-way just outside of Natchez, Mississippi, each trying to hitch…
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Happiness is the twin disobedience, to hear, to burn, to fret, desiring union. They shall touch flesh, bluish even, that elicited the happy city's sin. Why be silent? The untouchable nothing?
Let there be that place, a little swelling therein, which
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respect your parents. or not.
stay put. or not.
finish school. or not.
get married. or not.
stay married. or not.
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Life is easier for the handsome. /
They are more pleasant to deal with.
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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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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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Strength & Luck By Nonnie Augustine There was no food in Ireland for young Patrick Kennedy who'd known nothing of blooming. So he crossed the wintry sea in a bucking, groaning boat to Liverpool. Once the damn ship docked in…
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The room smelled of an old rank basement. Boys and girls of all ages crowded the stage. The room was dark with only a few lights that hung from above keeping the crowd dark and silhouetting Chris on drums.
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Meet Carl. He's six-three, two hundred and thirty pounds. He has light-brown hair,…
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The train seemed unusually empty this morning. Not that I minded, the night before the train had picked up three travelers which brought the car’s capacity to about half. Two men and a woman. Luckily, I wasn’t burdened with any as a seating companion. Mak
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[SOME PEOPLE ARE BETTER THAN OTHERS.]
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There was a hole in my tooth. It wouldn't let anything go.
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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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"I wanted to see cities whose names sounded like sad sighs...Oaxaca, Guanajuato, Reynosa, Camargo..."
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If something hurts enough/
you never forget it. Like the//
toothache when you first learned
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On shingle of seashells &
Bullet shells,
Ghosts drift along the shore
Of the Black Sea.
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…like candy and puke on your tongue, the fakest broad ever, cruising like a busted prow, busted wheel, mast and stem, these stately wrecks and rotten flowers of perfume and the deadly bitchiness of the modern woman’s expectations.
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Why do people kill themselves with food? It’s obvious, I suppose. They’re hungry.
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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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