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The brain taints everything it brings to us/
with its limited apparatus, its precepts,//
all the things it thinks it knows.
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1465119
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The commodore drives a 67 Caddy rag top
All fin and boatish power
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1465159
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heart-shaped stones
love, devotion
no way
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146564
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You’ll say you should have known. You’ll blame my music.
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146511
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When flash and bang merge you are, according to the manual, in deep do-do.
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146534
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But what “is” retirement? All of the previous sections in a life are full of detailed descriptions. But “retirement” is somehow left rather vague. One would think that retirement would be the long-awaited GOAL of life. But instead we are left with the
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146500
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Won't speak a word against 'em. Car trunk stunk like bad chicken long after, but I won't speak a word against 'em.
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146588
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Always in a hurry/to spoil your/weekend
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146532
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#2 The Typewriter Inside You by Harmon Gentle—I found this one at a garage sale when I was 15. Intended as a manual for sharpening one's typing skills, by the third chapter it became obvious that Mr. Gentle's sanity had slipped, and that rather than mastering the…
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146585
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—Jesus, that bastard has everyone in his pocket.
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146575
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The nerves are birds that guide us to feeling the loop and lift of reverie.
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146593
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146521
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I am exceeded / by a leaf
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146421
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146400
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I remember one time when we played strip poker in the basement of your house on Euclid Avenue, me, Terry, you and Andy. And I remember drinking lots of wine and fixing the deck so that you kept losing and having to take off all your clothes, and still you
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146441
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"I am lying on my back and am confused."
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146420
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“Tell me a story,” he said, toying with his top hat, running his fingers along its brim.
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146455
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I have a ninety two percent rejection rate.
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146465
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(the hourglass has not gone digital, oh no,/but these days, silicon is in with the sand)
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146482
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Listen to chickadees. Join / LinkedIn.
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146445
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After my mother died, my father shipped me to my uncle's. He hadn't told me she was dying, so he could just mourn alone.Lena lived next door, Italian, my age -- which was ten -- beautiful. She was watched by goons in black suits. Her parents owned a restaurant. Across the…
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146441
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But tonight
while your finger
glides across
the glossy pages
of Popular Science
I hold a séance
for the Holy Spirit
in utter seriousness
among the book clutter
and crumpled manifestos
in the basement
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1464108
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I never took more than a few pills at a time, just enough for a treat on Friday night.
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146400
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We named her Big Cat—I don’t know why. Maybe because she was already grown when we got her, unlike the kittens we’d seen in the pet store window that Dad wouldn’t let us have.
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1464105
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“Now,” my friend said. “Tell us about earthquakes. Can we expect one anytime soon?”
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146400
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My eyes don’t close but hers are shut tight, and something inside tells me that to this girl, I could be absolutely anyone.
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146321
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Sit down at night and stare into the fire. Consider if Cupid is just another liar.
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146321
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We all thought, Birds! We all thought, Nests inside the chimney!
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1463105
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The washing machine at home was broken. It was an old leaky Maytag. A discouraging mess—twisted panties, sky-blue jeans, and an old lover or two or three floating downstream (the reverse of spawning salmon). Each man was slightly drowned,…
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146365
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He stops smiling and only
says he loves me when prompted,
as if asking me to pass the salt
for his inner peace as it tastes too bland.
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