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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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For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn
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152065
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Infinity occurs as an afterthought, for discoverers like Columbus as for countries like America.
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1519119
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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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151921
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...I am taut...my ankles ache...
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Let's say maybe you're in a place your mind has never left, and let's say maybe it's Mississippi, and let's say maybe it's summer with kudzu throbbing green all around you, and let's say maybe she's a Sagittarius girl, standing in that driveway with her young breasts…
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151900
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Sacrificial vic bleeds out . . .
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151942
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...it's about female needs, Rex.
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151932
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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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151941
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Motionless seconds turned
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151921
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Lucy shrugs into the corner of the train's seat. She envelopes her IPod in both hands as if she's praying or holding a conch shell: safe, secure like when she visited a Morcombe beach in the school holidays. The only giveaway's the white headphone cord.
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151921
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In the graph of life or death, two axes will inevitably meet. Will it be as jarring as two sharp and well-hewn axes colliding?
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151911
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“You need to keep a close vigil on your X-Ray binaries from the Sun. The star and its blazing temperature could spill over at its outer-most edges. The material would be such a high temperature; it would destroy all life on your planet, and…
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151932
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They watched the seven o'clock news.
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The world is always changing, even if it's in several eras at once.
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151953
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Dear Ray Bradbury, yesterday
was my thirteenth birthday, and I could not stop thinking of the
Mennonite girl in the milkwhite bonnet,
the squint of her eye, the twitch of her anxious finger on the trigger,
sudden holes bloomi
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151911
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Charlie's recurring fantasy emerged from its hiding spot as he finished his fourth Old Fashioned. He'd be on his back; she'd be astride him. A strong, assertive young woman with her hands planted on his chest and her hair falling forward over her face.
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I have known a head become / a callus, matriculate, stop / shaving, move to Vegas
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151844
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My flash kept going off. The museum officials are strict about such matters. Sans flash! Sans flash, Monsieur!
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151800
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"Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit..."
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151811
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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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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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151865
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just another torn & burning journeyflag for the rebel heart. All we know forsure is that dancing among the toads andcrickets takes a bit of courage. Beauty takesreal living guts these days. Laughing takes guts,too. Living takes love. Love is feeling. What'dyou think I…
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151832
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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 next moment is a convergence made from a single repeating sequence that disappears behind the voice that tells of it.
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151853
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"... each of them stuck in one finger to sample the goods. Just then Katie felt a breeze on her bare legs. Her skirt literally moving."
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I packed food for a lifetime, clothes and boots, all the guns, and the audio of our poetry...
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Chuck woke when he smelled cooking.
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151753
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The tax man he is coming
But I got me no dough
Been looking for some new job
That’s going really slow
I bought a lottery ticket
But dropped it down the well
I went to see the psychic
She said I’d go to hell
Can’t cope, I just can’t cope
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