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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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1474189
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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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14741610
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Lavender, a Liberal Betty, batty from hormones, in a fanciful fit, named her daughter Lavender. Husband Don winced. Brothers Donald, John, Billy, and Tom were puzzled and pleased by this sister, this girl, who was a little bit like them, yet not like them at…
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147455
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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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147421
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Grady Quail wondered why God didn't just have another son
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147401
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The woman in green doesn’t want to encounter the meter maid who is actually a man and so waits to one side at the newspaper racks as if purchasing a paper while that person writes the parking ticket (this city needs that money) and drives away in his li
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147463
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". . those incandescent secrets she would
pepper in. The sister who ran away."
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147387
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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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147332
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I could feel myself slipping back into my old ways again and it always hurt like hell.
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1473103
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We are what we are, and that is zombies.
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147321
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147361
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I'm not dying. What is it called if you think you might have Hypochondria but you really don't? I'm worried that's what I have. Is it cold in here? Or is it me, dying?
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147300
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mis-placed
the change
she goes looking for.
her folks
missed another hour...
her worth-while spent wasting
the voice wouldn’t leave the leaves alone.
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147331
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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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147312
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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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147322
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“I’m pregnant,” he says...
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147311
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Everybody knew the McDonald’s at the Waterfront was selling theraflu stamp bags, and I guess I’d heard how bad it was for you—they’d had reports of dumbasses ODing on channel 2, 4, and 11—but it was a lot stronger than regular heroin and a lot cheaper...
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147374
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The world is slick as alabaster, taking the guesswork out of the rain. Junction Road moves like thick grease under the tires of my '89 Skyhawk. The old car's making a clicking noise somewhere underneath the high-beam switch and the damn…
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1473106
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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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147332
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The voice on the other end mumbles, not forming words, but I understand: I am to be the starting third baseman for the Detroit Tigers.
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1472148
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The alphabets will disappear.
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1472168
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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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147233
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he wanders the house/ crying for the hairless tomcat/ (gone for the night/ on an overnight job).
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1472198
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...collapse of the human world. Go, cell phones!
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147262
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The machines are alive but she is not. The pads keep her face from being irritated but my mind isn't so lucky."Let me GO!" she cries....at least that's what I hear. They are waiting for permission for her to go. Eager hesitation best describes the tense…
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1472107
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"But is it politically correct?" he asked. "Oh, yes," said Hank. "It's all the rage."
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1472106
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Here comes my speed dealer
he's riding shotgun in the open
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147222
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1The Bird King's eggs are subatomic particles created serendipitously by a sneeze in a quantum physicist's dream.Occupying a space between existence and nothingness, reason and madness, broccoli and…
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147243
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Some guys ride hills up and down,
Then stop to terrorize small towns.
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1472103
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It ain't the steak, it's the sizzle.
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