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Into the bowl I put Tales from the Crypt, The Far Side and an episode of Numbers. Wisked for a moment, then let the dough rise.
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our eyes misted white as goatskin
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Azure felt tired of all her problems remain unresolved, and she felt this was a good opportunity to get one out of the way.
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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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Love needs loathing like cold weather needs warm clothing. And all truths, untruths and part truths need a place to live when a mind gets too sardine-packed with information and cynicism...
Some say there was a time when the light was brighter, the ear
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At five o’clock Jake joins the crowd at the back door, walks through the slush to the parking lot with Betty Boop.
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Just drank / The last of the eggnog
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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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"You'll be alright! Just pinch your nose!"
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When the dust cleared, she saw him, standing silently, bow and arrow in his left hand. His face was the same as her middle brother's, broad and handsome, his dark eyes slits for light. This was her father. …
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The old man is dead,
body propped in its cart
like the dead El Cid
strapped on his horse by Jimena
to save Valencia,
and yet...
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I don’t know how some can do it. Can they just walk off the animal in the yard or something, and forget about love altogether? Some have that built-in coldness of the soul, I guess. I don’t get it. The blood does not seem to shake their hearts. Are th
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Let's say maybe you're in a place your mind has never left, and let's say maybe it's Mississippi, and let's say maybe it's summer with kudzu throbbing green all around you, and let's say maybe she's a Sagittarius girl, standing in that driveway with her young breasts…
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Christmas Muzak was piped through to every store in the shopping mall. Giant red velvet bows adorned reproduction Victorian gaslights. Yards of glittered cotton pretended to be snow. A Santa rang a brass bell.
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In the darkness, as I awaken, an orange glowing 3:45 greets me . . .
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You did it, like, "Oh, there's a train wreck... I can't look away from the tall, leggy brunette with salon styled hair." And we both know it was certainly Armageddon whenever a woman, any woman, with large breasts which encountered a low cut top.
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This is me pitching a recently completed screenplay to a film producer at lunch the other day:
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Big Girl always stops on Talbert Hill.
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I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.
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Polite society will cheer/
as another body is discovered//
and disposed of. The cheers/
will drown out the gasps
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I have known a head become / a callus, matriculate, stop / shaving, move to Vegas
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Mother’s eyes stared outward in a trance, on her throne, visualizing the world Azure made. Though it was right before her, she could not reach it.
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It was a wake-up call. A sign that I needed to stop and ask if I was making wise and sensible life choices.
My iPod was full.
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[WE'LL LET *YOU* BE THE JUDGE!]
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I was driving by with a dampened eye
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She turned him down again. Said it was her insomnia. She was so tired, she said, she had to work in the morning, and why couldn't he understand that? She rolled over facing away from him. He sat up in bed, thinking. When was the last time? Three months ago? Four? He…
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The aisle, nave and/
transept twist themselves/
into an auditorium.
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