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[My baloney has a first name: it's Oh, Ess, Cee, Ay -- shit! I forget the rest! Can we start over?]
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hey, this is me who danced to the Doors
I thought I would surely dodge that bullet
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Stars fat as the stars that Van Gogh painted on his easel in Arles, a ring of candles burning on the brim of his hat. Stars that fill the night with delirium.
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For two days his parents had been fighting, and they would tell him to tell the other one something every morning that was supposed to be some sort of slight at their personal failings, which had been inflamed by their twenty years of marriage.
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Listen to chickadees. Join / LinkedIn.
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"People are stupid. They've always been stupid. But these days...." His voice trailed off. "Dumb and dumber, huh?" the Boss asked. Peter nodded.
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... the CBO issued a concise and brilliant report demonstrating that the most cost-effective and permanent solution to the multiple problems presented by persistent poverty in the United States was the elimination of all those with prorated household or i
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Grady Quail wondered why God didn't just have another son
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Flish flash, flish flash, flicker of triangle lights. As he deparks, I say, “See that girl?” She crosses at the stop sign with blond hair flip, flash of white teeth: rips cookie from wrapper, drops wrapper on ground. “I bought her a…
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The stars align against us. Lines of force/
collaborate to push us off the edge/
into the dark abyss we’ve joked about.
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For a time he documented his facial expressions.
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they tried to trick the sun
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Let me swim into your eyes. Let me show you my world. My album. My Albania. My albumen.
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Study decay, says the Queen of the Underground.
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Rumpelstiltskin cried
because you belong to me;
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the neighborhood glistens, silver,/
in an otherwise sad November/
light
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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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It's come down to this: you're a grown man afraid to face his own son. For the past few years there has been tension;…
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The first of the fires that started by the river in the abandoned mills were so hot they burned white and pale blue
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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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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...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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She is trying to quit—nasty habit this smoking. Still, this is the only time she lets herself smoke these days: Laundry day.
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The baby will not stop crying.
He’s been crying for three hours straight.
I’m the worst mother ever.
What kind of mother can’t soothe her own baby?
The bad kind.
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By the time I was born, my parents were already sickened, blackened, blighted people.
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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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His eyes were marbles floating over a void.
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I wrote her a poem.She said, “I hate poetry.” I said, “OK, just read the words then."
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