1523 13 11
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I was always more comfortable with the ponies than you were / more comfortable with betting windows and two-dollar bills than you were
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152311
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Aw, cheer the fuck up. I'm Silly Putty.
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152300
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“Well in opposite heaven every time you make scrambled eggs the shells break into a million pieces, then you spend eternity picking them out of the yolk.”
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152321
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My father had a terrific argument with his wife, my stepmother, a flaming harridan with a voice like hydrochloric acid, and insisted on driving me back home to California.
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152233
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I know who done it. Them goddamn taters. I walked around the yard and started picking up pieces of the camaro, wondering if, from above, they’d laid the parts out into some kinda cult symbols or something.
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152220
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“Each animal has its own strength.” She insisted. “And if the rooster were provoked. It would kill a snake.”
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152212
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In exactly 100 words, I review the cracks between my keyboard keys.
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152242
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Before I grew used to it
I would wake to the sound
of the Amtrak whistle
echoing down along the tracks
behind our trailer park
and wonder who was hurtling where
through the dark night and across
this wide Illinois prairie
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152222
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Sounds terrific, but are there any strings attached?
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152220
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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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1522125
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She sometimes ate her dinner standing up, in front of her living room window.
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152231
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Alcohol and American writers have always had a connection–about 70 percent of American winners of the Nobel Prize for Literature could be considered heavy drinkers if not more.
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1522121
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Henry Ground was a healthy and well adjusted English man who excelled at chess and folk dancing. One day, for no apparent reason, he decided to fill his guinea pig with helium. He carried the animal under the light of the stars into the shed at the bottom of his garden.…
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152221
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Everything seems still, but it's not.
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1522146
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The white space beckons-/
a blank wall in a decrepit neighborhood-/
wishing to be decorated or defiled
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152276
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Only blood I got on me was pulling him over onto my seat when I got out.
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152240
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Over the years, Morgana had grown. She was so much more than what Xavier remembered. So much different. She had an astute, almost shrewd air about her. She didn't seem nearly as fragile as he had left her. No, she had an eye out for herself now.…
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152221
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He boasts of administering regular beatings to his wife and claims that she enjoyed it.
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152253
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At times we rarely desire to be where we are at home quite as much as we desire to be where we are no longer.
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1522138
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Treasure that first love. And that first heartbreak. Don’t let it be the last thing.
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152241
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It's come down to this: you're a grown man afraid to face his own son. For the past few years there has been tension;…
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152233
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I immediately felt anxious guilt, being the one responsible for opening the way for infection.
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152131
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My dad was an Army Reservist stationed in the U.S.—New York and Texas—the bugler in his corps. He golfed on summer weekends at Hazeltine in the course of his career. I had seen houses water colored prettily within the lines on L.S.D., after noticing not
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152111
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152100
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Chipmunk SongChipmunk workin' in the roadside weedsLookin' all around for nuts and seedsSmall bird callin' from a hickory treeAll's right with the world and all's right with meChipmunk searchin' for nuts and seedsLucky fellow finds all he needsAs for me all I desireIs a…
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152120
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The gentleman is discreet, but his eyes wander from his paper at intervals as we travel together from London to Manchester. We happen to be on the same train and he happens to be sitting opposite me. I happen to be a size 34C.
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152161
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money ain't nothin next to lovin.
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152144
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I chose coming away because here at least I feel good — and it makes me feel I am growing very tall and straight inside — and very still — Maybe you will not love me for it — but for me it seems to be the best…
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152121
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His voice isn't familiar but his words are. He says he knows we haven't spoken in years and apologizes for it. I can hear him pacing on the other end of the line, tapping things and then a shriek of glass shattering. Really, I tell him, no need to…
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152161
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You're on the good side of thirty, probably with a little girl or boy of your own sleeping at home, and here you are dragnetting at three in the morning. We're all broken, and the scars we trade are all that remains of our fragile, once complex lives.
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