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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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151553
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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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151564
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He injected her with a sedative to keep her still. He projected himself into her narcotic dream, a small bar with tango playing from a jukebox. They were dancing.
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151564
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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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1515113
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Ego bereft of consistency Betrays a heart hungering to toll. Unable to trust its will Or harbor imaginary gods, It gains a hold melding into a role whose proven viability Can give convincing cover To buy time to fabricate An identity that feels unique, Yet…
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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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151411
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years later, she won’t go near the trees
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151495
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The car was a two-tone black and white Chevy...
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151420
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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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15141613
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151444
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It was one of those weekday mornings in early spring when Marjorie and I could wander from chapel to chapter house with only security guards for company.
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151411
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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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151474
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The world is slick as alabaster, taking the guesswork out of the rain. Junction Road moves like thick grease under the tires of my '89 Skyhawk. The old car's making a clicking noise somewhere underneath the high-beam switch and the damn…
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151430
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It's cheap beer, but cold
you welcome that rushing hiss and the following
long drink of chilly wetness washing away
the parched, dust dry, cotton mouth
of grave-digging in the desert sun
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151486
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The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.
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151476
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Now, this boy removed his socks in front of me, on the chair beside my desk where I read my books, and said: “My toenails aren’t shaped properly.”
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1514119
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Listening is loving.
What is more erotic than
these fathoms, skeins, words,
roping tight the ardent ear.
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1514138
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Treasure that first love. And that first heartbreak. Don’t let it be the last thing.
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151441
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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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I feel so glamorous when I talk to Andy on the phone
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151400
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They followed the crow up a hill, where lights were at its brightest below. The teens stood frozen in time.
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I immediately felt anxious guilt, being the one responsible for opening the way for infection.
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151300
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Tent City has gone quiet. There is a deadline. I heard it on the news. I’ve never thought about the word before. How in this place it means what it means.
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The alphabets will disappear.
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151365
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We were offered mannequins that had pubic hair that grew and swirled, and could visit like a pet, and sit in your lap
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151342
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Light youth
that
barely touches the
ground
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1513810
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Life is not always quixotic.
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151331
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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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We do the work of fixing people like him?
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