1564 10 5
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Two types coexist- the sanguine/
and exsanguinated./
My skin is cool/
and pale as moonlight
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156422
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Her memory was a faded pastiche of the past, and indeed the present sat uneasily in the middle of the dreams that governed her mind; so it was that often she would forget the day, the time, the year.
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156484
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I rifled through the bedside table until I found dirty magazines
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156444
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Originally designed for para-morticians and pre-professional undertakers, the Protocol has now been certified and approved for over-the-counter purchase and is completely safe (check local regulations for sales to minors: not approved for veterinary use).
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156411
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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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156443
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some days you wake up/ to feel horror/ wrapped beneath your blanket./
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15642011
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the frost has made all tender greens bow
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156441
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Motionless seconds turned
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156410
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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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156432
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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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15641111
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Why do people kill themselves with food? It’s obvious, I suppose. They’re hungry.
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156422
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I have reasons to believe she’s been stealing.“
“Stealing what?”
“Steaks.”
“Steaks?”
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1564108
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Unreasonable anger, Each hour prescribed
The house haunted
with good intentions,
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156484
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When the hay was ripe it stirred and rippled like water.
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156422
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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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156421
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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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156442
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The spirit smiled and held out his hand, the light in the room magnified and he brushed past the books and the thoughts still hanging in the small alcove, " You are ready now.
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156398
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Just beyond the corkscrew slide / the President of Egypt was bleeding to death
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156300
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Sacrificial vic bleeds out . . .
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15631210
|
"S- E- X -- ever heard of it?"
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156321
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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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1563116
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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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156362
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He's driving in the Sierra Nevada with his wife and their small daughters and the girls are fighting and he can't take much more of it.
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156332
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Momma pointed out our paintings on the walls, the signs we had learned, but when Daddy saw our friends, their wheelchairs, braces on their legs, he left...
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1563158
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Ghosts//
and the voice of God/
never actually visited you
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156350
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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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1563144
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156285
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The women were increasing their writing in the restroom. I asked you later why women only talk on restroom walls, and you said, why do men only talk on restroom walls? I told you as much as I could remember of what had been written.
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15621312
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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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156244
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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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