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Perhaps they serve/
a God’s twisted will//
as they accelerate extinctions
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157345
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His daddy died in his sleep. Went to bed one might and never got up.
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157355
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I am a buttress against chaos. And now I am turning yellow.
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157331
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black
hair/ (damp)
around her ears
Keys on the
table
Drinking coffee
from a glass
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157366
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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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157300
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Read that bit in Alice about the mock turtle soup
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157343
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He sits, a large man with a walrus mustache, pondering a gold telegraph key.
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157300
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Detective-Sergeant Claude Mulvihill was seasick. He was in a New York City Harbor Police boat in the East River headed towards the George Washington Bridge. There was a good chop in the harbor, which became worse when the Police Boat reached the Battery.
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157331
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Today is my birthday. Well, my assembly date, anyway.
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157332
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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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157300
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I was sleeping in a pile of teenage bodies soft limb spread over soft thin limb.
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157398
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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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157332
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What I did I wouldn't call criminal, just stupid. Even my judge, after so many court appointments, didn't understand what had happened. And there's a reason I got out on illegal sentencing but, either way, I paid the better part of a year for it all. I don't want to tell…
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157331
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It's always dark. You catch me by the wrist just as the ferris wheel starts up again and pull my shoulder out of its socket towards you. I resist, feigning hatred and pain, but I don't feel anything except your hand on my arm hot and scalding lighting my skin, a…
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157365
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You first hear about the wildfire on the old kitchen radio.
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157311
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Aw, cheer the fuck up. I'm Silly Putty.
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157301
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The two of them stood at the long end of a pier that cut sharp into an L 25 feet out into the river. It was an old wooden pier that relished in its every crack and splinter regardless of the fresh coat of white paint that melted lazily over the rotting bo
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157364
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Saturday afternoons: tartan blanket spread on the pebble beach, transistor radio hissing static, fish paste sandwiches and seagulls. Why fish paste, Mum? She didn't dare ask.
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157353
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He can become anyone. If he wants. He'd rather not but it's not his choice.
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157354
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Many hours to make a brick: many bricks to make a curve.
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157353
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Most times a vertical word balloon floats before him.
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157331
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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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157364
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I wonder if she is my real mother, if I could get one of those paternity tests and find out if she’s my real mother and if the guy she told me was my father was really my father. I can’t remember him very well, just a lot of him screaming and hollering an
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157211
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Who hasn't got a scar...some flesh wound of memory.
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1572159
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heart-shaped stones
love, devotion
no way
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1572105
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Bottom's up, mon cherie. On land, I'll grab mine with two hands. But in water, boy, I'm weightless and turning, a regular fish -- afloat, flopping, deboned.
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157212
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In exactly 100 words, I review the cracks between my keyboard keys.
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157262
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Your usage of the English language / is awkward and passé—
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157263
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“I guess I'm enchanted,” I'd written on another occasion.
“Then why don't you ride out here and save me? Is your horse lame or something? Maybe you could just kill me and make us both happy.”
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15721715
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One of the men leaned over and spit long and dark next to where the dog lay curled. He said something about the senora, and the other men laughed.
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