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We deny one another, here,/
as long as it’s plausible.
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The Street singer gathers up his coins
and counts to a hundred before
The last string stops vibrating
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He can become anyone. If he wants. He'd rather not but it's not his choice.
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We bought a grand piano at Steinway Hall after 9/11, chased uptown by the dust of death and awakening from dreams of miniature jumpers stuck in the icing of white wedding cakes
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Frank sat next to her on the gurney and squeezed her hand. "You're going to be okay, Astrid. You're going to wake and it's going to be over and you're going to be okay."
"You don't know that," she said.
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Some guys ride hills up and down,
Then stop to terrorize small towns.
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Silence overtakes her, the bellowing has ceased. Curious, she thinks, could this be causation or merely correlation? Assuming the former, Hailey moves, swiftly, being sure only to place her weight down when red carpet is underneath her feet. This works.
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there’s more to life than poontang
but not when you’re sixteen and
your hands are full of heavy breasts
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[This story definitely WON'T be appearing in this month's "Alfred Hitchock's Mystery Magazine"!]
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We played synthetic derivative punk. We used Donald Trump tweets as lyrics.
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Someone set a pig aflame.
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Fear the air and fear the fire./
Fear the land and fear the water./
Creation is out to get you, speck,
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I approached him slowly. His voice was soft and raspy. He said, "Kneel down my son, I've been expecting you."
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“I’m pregnant,” he says...
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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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[CAUTION: READING THIS STORY COULD CAUSE IRREPARABLE "CULTURE SHOCK" AND IS NOT ADVISED FOR OLD FOLKS, PREGNANT WOMEN, OR THOSE WITH "MONSTROUS, FRAGILE EGOS"!]
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Contention over market share/
is bred in them and we are cousins
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"It was John-Darren who once told me that he felt sorry for women."
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She wheeled more deeply into the office towards Mason’s desk. Keith hurried to the desk and pulled the chair out of the way for her and a sat down next to her. She was blue-eyed, pale and completely hairless, which made it difficult to guess her age.
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...Truth is, it’s because of fabulously wealthy men and women like myself who long ago sucked all the cream out of the bottle, and now we’re coming back for whatever milk remains.
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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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...when suddenly I was pushed from behind, smack into the deep end.
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I think the Air Force Colonel must have known, from the flushed looks on our faces, that I had just fucked his daughter in a roadside patch of ragweed on the way to their house somewhere outside Danville. I remember looking back and forth between him and
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Soon, out of the womb ‘down there' is nuance. It guides you, like a legality, like your own breathing, in and out of overtone, hardcore hodgepodges, those inklings near sacrosanct beyond breakfront negligees and neo-negligence leading the good life. Isn't it…
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Reprisal The bomb blew away hubris, shocked the arrogant bastards into humiliated silence. None of them had experienced hunger and they'd misjudged its effect. In the lobby of the palace, dirt, plaster, glass shifted, rumbled,…
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It ain't the steak, it's the sizzle.
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they tried to trick the sun
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It's 2am. The wind is moving at speed, whipping gently the tree branches, and their leaves rustle simultaneously to create a audible sound, like hands flipping through sheets of paper, or that feeling you get on your fingertips when going across a textured surface. I'm…
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