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150333
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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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150374
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My work is not that sexy and glamorous kind of time travel that you see in the movies with Deloreans and phone booths.
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150354
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My wife says you can tell the crooks from the cops from the cowboys at the taco truck across the street.
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150393
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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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150344
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I was so used to the silence of late summer afternoons, when I could roll my hoop through the empty, sunlit piazzas without meeting another shadow, that at first I mistook the footsteps for the beat of a metronome spilling through an open window.
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150374
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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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150365
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I left the train, still going nowhere, but in a hurry.
Still a boy, but trapped in a suit.
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150341
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You gather their faces in the palms of your hands and their purple eyes blink, blink, unseeing.
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150364
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He injected her with a sedative to keep her still. He projected himself into her narcotic dream, a small bar with tango playing from a jukebox. They were dancing.
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150355
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150333
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The hotel sits on the highest point in Shimla: a place of cedar-scented air, an aggressive monkey population, and summer houses left by the British Raj.
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150363
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". . those incandescent secrets she would
pepper in. The sister who ran away."
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1502119
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All else is unmoved/
and relentless in its indifference.
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150211
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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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150285
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Stroman reached over and stroked the perimeter of Rouge's chin with his thumb. 'I am just joking. You are my soul-mate, you know that?'
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1502158
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i hear the boom boom boom
in the room room room
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150221
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150254
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I know this much: right now I’m over a thousand miles from my brother. I’ve been watching the odometers, adding it all up.
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150200
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In our first conversation, she tells me love is a dragon: she has come across it’s destruction, hears of it’s size, mythology, of it’s immorality. I sip my hot cocoa (God, I pray she thinks it is coffee)...
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150245
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Art books, paintings, antique chairs, marble tables, full length gold gilded mirrors, oriental rugs, tapestries, a Louis XVI painted French armoire, a wrought iron Deco coffee table, flat ware, silver flasks, mantel lamps, iron gates, a silk settee, theat
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150251
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I lift up my sweatshirt and reach with a full fist into my belly button. This is where the fat comes out.
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1502108
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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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15021311
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I was always more comfortable with the ponies than you were / more comfortable with betting windows and two-dollar bills than you were
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1502106
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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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150235
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at nightthe mannequins leave their glass prisons and hunt owls in the forest***sometimes they dance a slo-mo tarantella in a clearingbone-white …
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150287
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I always thought I would feel your hand, always, Lay with you as we flew higher together, laugh with You in the little spaces left between certain trees, like tiny blue flowers that only appear suddenly, made secretly Of…
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150244
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Feelin’, feelin’ good, down-fallin’ down/rain, rain, rain came today,/wet alfresco alchemy
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150188
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We're killing off the elephants. We're killing off the tigers. We're killing off monarch butterflies. We're wrecking the coral reefs. Big sad gorillas don't feel at home in their own homes. And all instead of learning to live in some…
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150164
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We played synthetic derivative punk. We used Donald Trump tweets as lyrics.
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