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First of all, there was no snow. I seem to remember that. And there was no Christmas tree in the house.
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I'm gonna go find a hole to dwell in
deep in the mountains where the Indians used to live
dig a cave into my subconscious
learn to be less secretive
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I don't need to be toldhow natural you are, not here.I'm reminded every singletime I open my eyes.What I want to know iswhere have you gone? Whyhas it taken you so verylong to return? But Iknow the answer. You aresomewhere fighting for your dearlife. It's what we all do--in…
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He arrived at Bellevue hospital in a straight jacket bound to a gurney.
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151253
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In his dreamlike state the pianist turned into a preying mantis.
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Your stepsisters send their love. All three are still on the wagon.
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Almost every weekend I'd ask Henry to go out with me and Marge, telling him we could double and, hey, maybe he could bring Ellen, who he dated a while back, who still asked about him. I'd suggest such things as going to a movie or out for a few drinks to reminisce about our…
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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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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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I immediately felt anxious guilt, being the one responsible for opening the way for infection.
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151100
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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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I've got an appointment to see my shrink next Wednesday. She's pretty sharp. Not bad looking, either.
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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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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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151120
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I woke up pissed off—like that feeling you get when you take a long nap in the afternoon. Except instead of being on a couch or a bed, I was trapped in a mashed-up Honda on I-75.
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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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And right there beside me
That single wobbling
Snail-like trail of my heavy
French Horn case
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She looks for the obit, can't find. Over and over, looks. Nothing. Nothing except something touching her shoulder. Follow me. Corridors, doors, along and along, no time to notice that this last is the stage door — she was so suddenly there in the blare and…
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The mind sparkles with Shakespeare. It's like hearing the rain fall. The world becomes silent and dark and the rain becomes snow and falls like snow and rests on the ground like snow and informs the mind with the values of heaven. A distant oboe pins its sympathies…
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151100
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This had the unintentional effect of me picturing her in a tight white top and tiny orange shorts. From up close like this, I had clearly misjudged her earlier. She could definitely be more than the quirky best friend in my movie.
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I'll strip off the skin down to the begin again.
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151121
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If there was a single constant in the boy’s life, it was that he had always thrown knives. In his youth he had thrown them only in his mind . . .
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151100
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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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my hands splash in to
silver and suds
in attempts to rinse
blues caked in grease
away for a while
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A young girl wavering between celibacy and punk mother-lust despair came to visit us each night
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The bar was dark and a little dirty, and that suited Splinker's mood just fine.
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Life is not always quixotic.
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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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