1172 4 3
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take back all the falderal
and friggin' fiddle dee dee
take back the mad murmuring
of ten minutes ago
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1172103
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I am going to quit clicking refresh, only because it is clear nothing is happening out there. After I click refresh just one more time, that is, and then I am closing the window. After clicking one more last time. …
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117220
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The location : Vic's Seedy Space Bar. No, that's not just a description, that's the real name.
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117276
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Beneath maples, oaks, and birches/an autumn apocalypse empties unruly brightness
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[NOTE: PLEASE DEFER READING THIS UNTIL YOU'VE COMPLETED THE 'MONAD' (OR 'MILESTONE') YOU'VE NEEDED TO! THANKS! BE FOREWARNED!]
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11721111
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I recognized the smile. It was a “I’ve got you where I want you now,” smile.
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117272
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They waited until the crowd was gone before making their move. Gill kept watch while Warren bypassed the lock.
“You sure about this?” Gill whispered. Voices echoed down the hall of the museum.
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117293
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When I first started this, a few months ago, I was timid about looking people in the eye.
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117200
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And there sat one man. Searching for words and solace. The silence returned and the colors peeled off from the walls. Darkness returned with fledgling light. He threw back his head and filled the emptiness with his laugh. He laughed in mirth and in misery
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117200
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Welcome to the genocide city zone I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay We've been killing folks here All the live-long day If you want to join us You'll have to pay the price Your soul's the cost, so ante up C'mon and shoot the dice Welcome to the genocide city zone …
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1172179
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let’s press our words into the clay/
in language so completely dead/
we have to re-imagine it.
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117252
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—Now that’s a hell-of-a-painting, Frank, he said. Those colors are engaged in warfare. How the hell did you do that?
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117200
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‘It's perfect,' said Maggie as she lay in the casket. Harold Barnes offered his hand. ‘It's a shame he never got to see it,' Maggie continued as she climbed free of the coffin.
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117255
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There are certain items in the sink that are giving me an anxious feeling in my stomach.
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117233
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I reach out and grab a can of soup with each hand and spin them around to dive into this much-heralded sodium situation. It's a landslide. I almost smile as I put low sodium back and continue to hold tightly onto regular.
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117271
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117254
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Last night as a duration spent hovering in electronic media-space.
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117287
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Downtown Milwaukee My feet are exposed, never been out in public even out here— …
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117296
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I saw Vincent one day, sitting at a café table that was situated right next to the quays of the Seine, with another artist by the name of Bernard. Vincent had his back to me, and he was leaning forward in his usual hyper-excitement, gesturing wildly
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117152
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My dog’s on suicide precautions. I had to take away all her eating utensils--even the chopsticks. So now she has to eat directly from the bowl. It doesn’t seem to slow her down.
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117132
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The train seemed unusually empty this morning. Not that I minded, the night before the train had picked up three travelers which brought the car’s capacity to about half. Two men and a woman. Luckily, I wasn’t burdened with any as a seating companion. Mak
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117184
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An infested, indifferent universe . . .
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117100
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Mayumi stepped back and watched the hand slowly slide along, guiding her to follow it. Her head turned until she saw Emi across from her.
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117112
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She remembered how cold it was in the factory that day. A few of the high windows stood open as usual, necessary for ventilation when the machines were all running, when the concrete floors were packed with the sweating bodies of warm human workers. The
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117100
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(and the teacher’s voice, which we realize has just faded in at a drone:)
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117164
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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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117185
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The problem with drinking gin in the desert is that eventually there is no more gin but the desert is still there.
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1171116
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'love is when the body goes away.'
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117188
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the brain plays impish tricks/
and entertains itself with avant garde/
home movies
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1171117
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... his skin glistened
like a sharp blade
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