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Who hasn't got a scar...some flesh wound of memory.
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One sneaker in the middle of the A-Plus Pawn lot...
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We played synthetic derivative punk. We used Donald Trump tweets as lyrics.
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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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There is no life here, only a bleak slab of frozen desert and a sorrowful wind that calls for me to venture out.
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The bathroom faucet is leaking again. Do they make diapers for faucets?
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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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It's gone too long since her Robby Sherwood's dreams rose through the tenement chimney into pear-sweet clouds. Once was he planned histories, carried herself over slopes of hesitations to the night meadow, soft-skinned and whispered. Her man shouldered…
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Lindsey and I are both talking loudly about things we would never talk about in real life, under the impression that this is all somehow instructional for Di. But I think it's really more about us. Di gives us an excuse to talk like two people unjustifiab
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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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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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Aw, cheer the fuck up. I'm Silly Putty.
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Just drank / The last of the eggnog
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Lady, if I were going to hire a whore, it wouldn't have been you.
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Hoo-ah! I love these open mikes, I get a chance to pour it out, this… whatever it is, this passion, all this love from I’ll never know where, and then, and then, sometimes, too much hate. Everything’s like all zowie!—splashing scarlet and purple,
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They watched the seven o'clock news.
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We bought a grand piano at Steinway Hall after 9/11, chased uptown by the dust of death and awakening from dreams of miniature jumpers stuck in the icing of white wedding cakes
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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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Meet Carl. He's six-three, two hundred and thirty pounds. He has light-brown hair,…
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At first we thought we could get by using honey so we all stormed the SuperMart and cleaned the shelves out of Suzie Bee Honey. First the jars and then the squeeze bottles, but it wasn't the same. Then Mary Sue yelled out “How about brown sugar?”…
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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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. . . with reference to the Compass of Discourse
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SapphicsSlumber comes too late to scare awakening; I know, before, there was a life to bind me. I cross the streets instead and watch the rainfall Murmur without ears. It can know no sound but seems…
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Feelin’, feelin’ good, down-fallin’ down/rain, rain, rain came today,/wet alfresco alchemy
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The alphabets will disappear.
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I've got an appointment to see my shrink next Wednesday. She's pretty sharp. Not bad looking, either.
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Life is not always quixotic.
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Meanwhile stars continue to surprise...
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In exactly 100 words, I review the cracks between my keyboard keys.
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That evening she sat on sofa and sniffled and twisted her handkerchief with her fingers. I decided it wasn't the right time to show her the picture....
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