1566 4 4
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He'd sit or stand, as if this was common
to see: in the street walking by, such a man.
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156685
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1566129
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Who owns the moon? What title search/
could ever make a claim?
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1565112
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The water lapped against the sides of the small boat, their rhythm all that I could think of. Sweltering rays beat down, frying my flesh, the insipid salty breeze that occasionally stirred my only relief from it. Gulls circled overhead, like white ravens,
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156520
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The boy grew frightened when his grainy wooden skin began to melt, every fiber humming and softening.
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156542
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Light youth
that
barely touches the
ground
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156521
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“Apollo twenty-two. Come in.”, the voice crackled through the speakers of the aircraft. There was only silence broken by a solitary meow and the slight whistle of oxygenated air through the ventilation system. “Captain Snuggles, now that you…
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156511
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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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156584
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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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They could occupy the space//
left by creatures larger and more/
evolved.
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156511
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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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156521
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In the house by a kidney-shaped lake, her grandfather was speaking to a stranger about a foreign war that had never ended, had spread close to home.
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156464
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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156400
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Long ago, this painter Brussegem had hung the dark mantle of Outcast Artist” over his shoulders—and over his life, he formed a strict philosophy—Art and Only Art—and protected his solitude and artistry with all his moody might,....
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156420
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Each evening the man allowed himself an hour of fresh air. He and Prickles would situate themselves on the tiny balcony overlooking the same street, a blanket bundled around them both for warmth. These were the times he liked to talk to Prickles the most
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156420
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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156421
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She also castrated her cat. All by herself...with her Swiss Army Knife. And not with the blade either.
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156432
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Ty speed-walked down the long ass tunnel that connected his “A” train to the NJ Transit bus, which would take him across the bridge, where he'd splurge for a cab to take him home.
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1564103
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Words are looking ever so strange today
like a hole in space
a wind in a cloud
a face superimposed over a mountain
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1564105
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It's been twenty years since you left. I should call it a day.Even the Obeah woman said as much. But I don't listen. Instead I sit with old and proper ethnic widows in black, waiting for your return. One of them translates my story for the…
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156455
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156485
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1962, What I wanted was a Levittowner rancher like my best friend had,
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I got to see me the other day.
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1564105
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“Now,” my friend said. “Tell us about earthquakes. Can we expect one anytime soon?”
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Translation’s not required—music/
sings itself complete and comprehensible
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156321
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Loaded on acid, Billy blatzed into a 7-11, holding his dick like he hoped the store guy would think the thing was an Uzi. The guy laughed and pulled out a .38 Special and the cops carted Billy to jail. …
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156321
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We cannot cross the river until it freezes. Bekker predicts January. For food we gather leaves, berries and roots from the thick forest behind the cabin. Suarez boils what we find into a revolting paste that we spoon into our mouths with dirty fingers.
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"It was John-Darren who once told me that he felt sorry for women."
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