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The lipstick on your collar walked up the steps and through the front door, without a key. Her smile was hypnotically red and bountiful. The guards standing around didn't dare frisk her for weapons, her lips were weapon enough.
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Some guys ride hills up and down,
Then stop to terrorize small towns.
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Methuselah. That’s what they call him, the regulars that ride my train. Other things too, but Methuselah is the one that sticks in my mind. It seems to fit. It’s not as cruel.
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"..squeezing her eyes and mouth tightly."
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We played synthetic derivative punk. We used Donald Trump tweets as lyrics.
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"It was John-Darren who once told me that he felt sorry for women."
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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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...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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“I’m pregnant,” he says...
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...when suddenly I was pushed from behind, smack into the deep end.
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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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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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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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The new king hunted often. We heard her whirring above, the terrible whirring a forest of—, and she drifted over our city half dangling from the chopper, rifle barrel glinting.
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Someone set a pig aflame.
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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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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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Treasure that first love. And that first heartbreak. Don’t let it be the last thing.
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they tried to trick the sun
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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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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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And right there beside me
That single wobbling
Snail-like trail of my heavy
French Horn case
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“I have a theory,” she said on their first date, which was at an Indian restaurant where the music was a lovely singsong but the chef seemed enraged as he clapped a ball of dough between his hands, then threw it into the flames. And her date, whom she…
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Other men looked up and, rather than feeling pleasantly surprised at the sudden sound of ethereal metal crickets in their presence, left the restroom after hastily finishing their silent shaking. Mitch joined them, feeling like a coward for being afraid o
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