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Each memory of Fall reminds me of the harvest; Surely this is not a thought to turn the thought of dying. Black the turning point, there is a glint at the tip of the wing: Perhaps it rises from its cinders as I wish when I was waning, …
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You borrow words from platforms you could never build
Borrow morals from a party gone sour
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No, that can't be him, Joe thought. The guy was messing around the displays in back. He had walked in three or four minutes ago, by now, and he certainly looked the part — or at least Joe thought…
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The purple sweater brought out the blue in her eyes. Fantastic eyes made of ice, she was a stunner, and she knew it. I met her at Slabtown
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The voice on the other end mumbles, not forming words, but I understand: I am to be the starting third baseman for the Detroit Tigers.
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faith in gravity/permitted them to extol/the guillotine's blade.
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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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Just beyond the corkscrew slide / the President of Egypt was bleeding to death
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One sneaker in the middle of the A-Plus Pawn lot...
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She didn't want to let go of the crumpled tissue she had been holding all this time, as it is wrong to litter, but she finally did, and felt free. Released. Bad. Naughty. Almost orgasmic.
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I'm using a 16mm motion picture camera with sound on film, equipped with a magazine holding six hundred feet, giving me approximately fifteen minutes of continuous shooting. Uzma has changed her cloths again. She's dressed for working in the garden, wearing a white…
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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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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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There was only the sound of crickets.
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... he could feel the pointed picket spears.
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In his dreamlike state the pianist turned into a preying mantis.
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The slicing is easy. Blade barely touching skin, flesh separating into two clean parts. A breath, and blood fills in the space, an old friend materializing in the shadows. I am redolent with hope and desire. I can't stop thinking of how he excised himself from my…
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"But is it politically correct?" he asked. "Oh, yes," said Hank. "It's all the rage."
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He didn’t even have the energy to tell me to tie her up when he got home.
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For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn
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One day it was boring / to be alive.
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The Kid, The Executive, The Doctor, and The Actress.
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"Sara, do you taketh it with your eyes?"
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Licking my wounds.
That's what my mother calls it. I'm not really sure what that means or if it's true. Sure, losing your boyfriend, apartment and job in a matter of months can drive someone to do something impulsive. Something crazy. But I've always b
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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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There were only six passengers aboard the small ferry...
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It’s strange, what will become of me
What my life will be like
Since the animal in me
Is beginning to show on my back
Oh no, no, no
Women will never put up with this
I was afraid this would happen
They’ll think I’m only half a man
I’
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The moment I was told of your passing...
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Let's start from the beginning. Your mother's face in the phone. Your parted lips. Your surprised tongue. Hands deep in the folds of your skirt. The poet filling your pockets with blue and orange. The poet filling your notebooks with slowly drifting fields and gramophones…
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At five o’clock Jake joins the crowd at the back door, walks through the slush to the parking lot with Betty Boop.
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