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We looked out into the darkness and then at our children. The dark of the forest was feeding them with ideas, filling their imaginations with things beautiful and things wicked.
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no need to write it if you/
live it, conscious of the light, the/
shape, the sound, the taste, and shadow.
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everything moved in circles
like the music, the booze and the drugs
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children love to push the gas up and down my limbs
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"Your loss," she cackled, stumbled to the bed in the corner, hummed a tuneless song, and began snoring, too.
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They were just boys, the Nazis I mean, young in their twenties, not much older than my brother Cyril.
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For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn
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I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.
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I watch the seagulls making their quacking noises
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It was a wake-up call. A sign that I needed to stop and ask if I was making wise and sensible life choices.
My iPod was full.
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Wednesdays were humiliating. Third graders had to bring in twenty-five cents for class dues. If you forgot, the teacher would write your name on the board and it would stay there until you settled your debt. My family could afford the weekly quarter; the problem was…
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One sneaker in the middle of the A-Plus Pawn lot...
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“Devil’s Pass.” It had the highest rate of vehicle fatalities per year in the entire State of Colorado. Everyone in my state drove like a bunch of stupid rejects, so I asked the guy just how many? He replied,
“Four thousand for the entire state!...Nin
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The day Eugene told me his secret he gave me a bouquet of lilies. Ice clung to the petals like fuzz. Sorry about the frost, he said. That was an accident.
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If something hurts enough/
you never forget it. Like the//
toothache when you first learned
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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The moment I was told of your passing...
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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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... he could feel the pointed picket spears.
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As part of an online writers ”interview” series, I decided to deviate a little from the norm and do my first interview with our housecat, while I await my first ever conversation with an actual human.
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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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Two days ago, a friend of mine and I met at my house. She was a nurse, and could only visit my house very late at night when her shift ended. We don’t meet often because she is very busy saving lives and generally being a more useful human being in societ
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You master their secrets. Mirror adjusters... Air conditioning knobs... Fuel door releases... Changing their satellites to Mojo Nixon. But you never really know them.
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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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1. How can one begrudge the cracking open of a heart?When the lava love fire loaded insanity of self-control disappearsAnd the raw spewing beginsYou better be ready for the truthIt ain't gonna be prettyYou'll wish you were deadYou won't recognize where you areYou'll be…
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My life was growing on me like a soft Scottish moss
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They often leave me dulled/
and wanting back my time.
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No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.
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[My baloney has a first name: it's Oh, Ess, Cee, Ay -- shit! I forget the rest! Can we start over?]
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