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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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He can become anyone. If he wants. He'd rather not but it's not his choice.
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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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143621
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This is how she does it:
Forward………… ...Reverse..........…….....Forward..........……...Reverse
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143665
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I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.
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143521
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We all thought, Birds! We all thought, Nests inside the chimney!
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143534
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Wednesdays were humiliating. Third graders had to bring in twenty-five cents for class dues. If you forgot, the teacher would write your name on the board and it would stay there until you settled your debt. My family could afford the weekly quarter; the problem was…
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I think we love sex because it brings us so close to the heat of creation that we can see the smoldering flames and the light rising from twigs being rubbed together between the legs. Okay – your turn!
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143542
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There was this old guy named Ned. He swept floors. No one knew much about him. He'd been around for years sweeping the concrete floors of the hangar-sized buildings that housed the major mechanical service departments at an old amusement park.
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143598
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drunkards indulge, addicts abuse
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143564
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We played synthetic derivative punk. We used Donald Trump tweets as lyrics.
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143554
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He did not hear her enter the room...
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143520
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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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143586
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Strength & Luck By Nonnie Augustine There was no food in Ireland for young Patrick Kennedy who'd known nothing of blooming. So he crossed the wintry sea in a bucking, groaning boat to Liverpool. Once the damn ship docked in…
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Yes, I can imagine it now/
how we could each disappear completely/
connected only through memory's fault lines/
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She turned him down again. Said it was her insomnia. She was so tired, she said, she had to work in the morning, and why couldn't he understand that? She rolled over facing away from him. He sat up in bed, thinking. When was the last time? Three months ago? Four? He…
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143512
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A possum sits on a fence. The fence is downtown in a not-very-big town. Hard to say about possums and fences; this is not the first possum to sit on a fence. Once, during a suburban backyard party a possum sat on a fence and observed. Before long he could walk more…
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143510
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“Eat more bugs,” said an old one.
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1435138
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Treasure that first love. And that first heartbreak. Don’t let it be the last thing.
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143563
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". . those incandescent secrets she would
pepper in. The sister who ran away."
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1435106
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my hands splash in to
silver and suds
in attempts to rinse
blues caked in grease
away for a while
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143453
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Into the bowl I put Tales from the Crypt, The Far Side and an episode of Numbers. Wisked for a moment, then let the dough rise.
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143492
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A cloudy autumn morning greeted Sean as he stepped from the trolley at Grand Central Station. On his way to the tracks he purchased a copy of The New York Times dated October 24, 1934.
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143476
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The faces of the sun remain unaltered across the
seven day forecast.
I am sweat-glued to a poem, looking up at the
wall-mounted TV in a diner in the Valley
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143485
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the emergence of the Beatles and the Vietnam War
sad human electricity
no buzz of any wheel
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143433
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Welcome the one and the all of you, welcome all you scraggly long haired weeds, welcome the no longer rolling stones of the new you, welcome you most beautiful little wonderfully…
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I hauled out my Norton Anthology and threw caution to the wind.
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Big Girl always stops on Talbert Hill.
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