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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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148854
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If you can imagine a ghost taking a shower then you can imagine the kind of emotion I have in mind.
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148854
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Swatches of Chinese silk in vivid red and lavender fly through the air. My granddaughter in her mid-thirties reaches for the cloth. I see in her mirror a shape forming; a slim, gray haired woman with a spring in her step. I pause to admire my reflection and pass over the…
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148832
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I separate my thoughts into two / camps
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148764
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We played synthetic derivative punk. We used Donald Trump tweets as lyrics.
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148785
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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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148700
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Randy stood in the alley behind Krasnowski Construction with a loaded gun shoved down the front of his pants. His friend Todd was inside, unloading the safe. And when Todd walked out the door, Randy was going to shoot him in the face.
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1487168
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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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148731
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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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1487198
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...collapse of the human world. Go, cell phones!
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148710
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Desire stirred into the liquid reveals
Cold ice smoking colder,
As you pipet these channels of my heart.
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148775
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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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148774
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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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148700
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“You. There,” said the fellow, pointing his gun like a dead finger. “You believe that water saves the soul, don’t you?” Thomas looked to the other boys for an answer, but they didn’t know any more than he did.
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148700
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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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148776
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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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148761
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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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1487103
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It ain't the steak, it's the sizzle.
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148643
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1486103
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We are what we are, and that is zombies.
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148600
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The summer was announcing itself in thick waves of heat that rolled like a slow motion hurricane inside Mark Keeler's 1971 Mercury Montego. The car baked in a…
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148600
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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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148611
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“...you should have something moving around here.” Tracey looked around, then said, “Paul, you should get a cat.”
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148600
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Outside Natsume’s room, in the kitchen, Mrs. Saito and Emi prepared lunch. They were silent, but there were no feelings of negativity in the air.
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148620
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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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148645
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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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148686
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The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.
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148697
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I remember the living room heater
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1486106
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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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I climb up on the sofa and stand next to him. I smell something.
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