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Lonely kids only want this thing to go away and stay away. To not be lonely anymore. The lonely, uncool Kids have learned to be absolutely Still in the moment. Who does this fall to? They Haven't read enough Vonnegut for your liking? David Foster…
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136633
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They look like giant golden raindrops, or flying saucers, or peculiar fish out of their element
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136695
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The number is very large/
and perpetually changes//
as old stars fade, explode,/
or collapse into something not stars
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136632
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He nodded six times, and waged his stubby fingers repeatedly, forgetting she was simply two wags of the forefinger and a thin waif of girl came running over.
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1366117
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When Uncle Bob got sent to the Alzheimer's ward, the ladies licked their lips.
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1366199
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One moustache hair at moustache level on a filmy bathroom mirror. A red velvet spread on a big round bed. Dear Ma: We saw a bearded lady.
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136655
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On the coldest day of the year, the weather man walks back from the measurement booth across a snowed-over plain, solid as cement and tinted with the pale yellow glow of the northern lights.
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136620
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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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136631
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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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1366115
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In the darkness, as I awaken, an orange glowing 3:45 greets me . . .
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136600
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I hauled out my Norton Anthology and threw caution to the wind.
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136642
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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…
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136662
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A white room is empty but for you, a card table and a chair.
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136632
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#2 The Typewriter Inside You by Harmon Gentle—I found this one at a garage sale when I was 15. Intended as a manual for sharpening one's typing skills, by the third chapter it became obvious that Mr. Gentle's sanity had slipped, and that rather than mastering the…
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136511
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He did many things for love: Once he placed his tongue in his boyfriend’s nostril during sex, because he seemed to have read in the internet that this was a “thing” among the younger of their social class...
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136585
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The women were increasing their writing in the restroom. I asked you later why women only talk on restroom walls, and you said, why do men only talk on restroom walls? I told you as much as I could remember of what had been written.
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136598
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drunkards indulge, addicts abuse
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He trembled as she splayed open his palm...
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1365119
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The universe extracts no retribution./
It annihilates without a thought/
of evil/good, sin/virtue.
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136510
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My famous ‘Black Feminist Casserole’ was soon renamed ‘34C casserole’.
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136561
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money ain't nothin next to lovin.
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136501
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I was driving by with a dampened eye
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136500
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Getting answers felt like it was not enough. Madam Mayweather wanted more. She wanted to hurt someone.
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136500
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The streets were filled with animals of the forest. All in a panic trying to find a direction. Mixed among them were members of various Clans that lived in the forest.
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136531
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The ticking must have gone on for an hour before Kathy realized it wasn't a clock. When the line finally moved, the rhythm changed. When the queue stopped again, she glanced behind her and noticed a woman in torn jeans and a filthy sweater tapping a heel on the…
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136500
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Mayumi noticed everything moving in real time. Everyone just stared and a woman approached her to see if she was okay. Once Mayumi felt the woman’s hand touch her shoulder, her skin crawled and she ran.
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136511
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Aw, cheer the fuck up. I'm Silly Putty.
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136521
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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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136501
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“Hi, I'm Mike, and I don't wanna work ... Wanna play foos?”
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