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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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“Why is there a gigantic sex toy sitting on your dining room table?” Mark asked recently. “That's not a gigantic sex toy,” I said. “It's a Wahl Hot & Cold Therapy Massager.”“Which is?” “An Advanced Pain…
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She wasn't even trying to live.
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In the morning the fog boils up from the ground as I pad down the steps to the lake in bare feet. I stand at the edge of the water naked as a newborn.
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Incidents intensified. The Dead appeared in twos and threes at shopping mall and Wal-Mart parking lots.
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black
hair/ (damp)
around her ears
Keys on the
table
Drinking coffee
from a glass
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Divine guidance. That's why Dad used a blowtorch to set the jug on fire, its contents the “Devil's elixir.”
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152420
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More and more, as she watched him slide away from her in increments, she thought of that first summer together. How his searching hands would find her, any time of day, and pull her in for closer examination. How his eyes, his mouth, his tongue would set
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Your usage of the English language / is awkward and passé—
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The Fourth Defenestration took place in September of that year, and it became an instant internet sensation. Mostly because of the fall from great heights into an enormous pile of haufen mist, arranged by a bunch of henchmen pals of Boris and Vladimir
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They look like amateur beavers, all twenty-seven of them on their knees, gnawing through frosting bark. My wife is taking notes on a huge purple flower, listening to the kids as they shout out what tree corresponds to what flavor.
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7:23. The grid abandons us.
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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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Yes, my old uncle liked roses. Grew them. He had a way of smelling a rose—after he smelled a rose, you are surprised the rose is still there.
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Jean-Pierre and Azure watched the security guards running around the building yelling, and Jane grabbed Azure’s arm while holding the radio.
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... his skin glistened
like a sharp blade
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152411
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The room turns red and I start screaming and ejaculating. The whole class is watching as Mr.Smith slams down my copy of the test with his right hand and swiftly tears off my penis with his left.
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Many hours to make a brick: many bricks to make a curve.
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When the hay was ripe it stirred and rippled like water.
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Now, the Kingdom of Begonia was known for its serenity and virtue. But just like any other place, there can sometimes be dark and mysterious inhabitants.
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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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Your Uncle Howard and I listened to Dutch Reagan re broadcast big league baseball on WHO Radio when we were little. He'd call the play action off the wire complete with sound effects. The son of a bitch turned out to be a Republican...
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Our beautiful currencies and stamps/
disappear into the digital vortex/
of accelerated appetites.
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Paulie opens the curtains in his bedsit to sunshine. And blue skies! He basks in it for a full minute, feeling the heat on his naked body.
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15241010
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I take her to the zoo, and the tigers get out. The little tigers, I mean. Cubs. Two of them.
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Just beyond the corkscrew slide / the President of Egypt was bleeding to death
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Everything needs context, otherwise reality would be nothing more than stardust with a spark.
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Kids said the boiler room was haunted. I don’t know if it was true then but it sure is now.
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Joe Don followed the route taken by an increasing number of Texas teenage jocks whose football glory days are prematurely cut short and joined his high school's Cowboy Poet Squad.
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And in the end we're crouched over like children / sifting through this tide-pool
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