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Karin sat down. Her heart beating fast, she clutched her chest. “I’m in over my head.”
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135722
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“Oh yeah?" I said to Stendhal. "I found six references to women's eyebrows in Travels in the South of France. That's all you think about!”
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13572011
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the frost has made all tender greens bow
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135711
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Aw, cheer the fuck up. I'm Silly Putty.
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135731
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It worked for a short time and their next album, "The Hirsute Agenda" became an underdog success.
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1357106
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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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135761
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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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135731
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The trouble with alarm clocks is naturally that they are miserable. And their curse is that their misery is useful: we employ them because we want to get away from them. But we would never have one as a friend.
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135793
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1356119
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In the summer when it's light out later it's my nature to linger a couple of hours in the park after work, just standing around watching the Downtown Divas working the corner, offering themselves to each male driver who stops for the light and I always joke with them about…
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1356117
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respect your parents. or not.
stay put. or not.
finish school. or not.
get married. or not.
stay married. or not.
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135632
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It's a tunnel, you know, like the neck of a bottle, the tunnel the hair comes up, it's coming out soon, I'm an adolescent now, dammit.
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135655
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135654
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Lindsey and I are both talking loudly about things we would never talk about in real life, under the impression that this is all somehow instructional for Di. But I think it's really more about us. Di gives us an excuse to talk like two people unjustifiab
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135642
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135601
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Is any person is worthy of the kind of ache?
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135675
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On a trail, Richard and I came upon a saguaro cactus that had dried in the shape of a human figure. Its arms were lifted and its back was stooped. I said, “It looks like my mother.”
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135600
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Won't speak a word against 'em. Car trunk stunk like bad chicken long after, but I won't speak a word against 'em.
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135621
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Grady Quail wondered why God didn't just have another son
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135600
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my second language / to silence / plainsong of / the breast
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135533
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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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135541
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"I am lying on my back and am confused."
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135511
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1355116
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W here do you think you're going
what'll you think you'll do
running down this highway
that you never even knew
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135521
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if you don't quiver with anticipation you'll barely manage to explode
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1355149
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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1355126
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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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135532
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His eyes were marbles floating over a void.
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135576
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will we begin again?We are a wheelFirst touchfirst kissfirst heatThey fade, disappear, come back again.Spokes in our wheel.When again shall we begin again?I hold you and feel myself spincaught in the whirlwind of thrill -the world, saturated with your scent.We hold each…
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