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Some guys ride hills up and down,
Then stop to terrorize small towns.
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134200
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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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134255
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and pressed an area
on my forehead
between my eyes
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134244
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Too often, Calvin's willful head finds its way into his hands.
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134220
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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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1342179
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Perhaps they serve/
a God’s twisted will//
as they accelerate extinctions
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1342103
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My sixth grade teacher used to tell us all the time about how being poor is nowhere near the same as living in poverty.
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134263
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It is midnight in Utah, but I can’t tell. It always looks like midnight in a cave.
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134251
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There was no provision for keeping the post on the door, but I did not have the fingernails to pry it off.
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134200
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He reached into the bag on the table and pulled out a ten inch record, sleeved in brown paper, with a circle cut out to display the label information. He handled it delicately, like a fresh egg.
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134241
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I'm in the boardroom, downtown in San Francisco. I don't even remember showing up for work today. I hope they fire me, just like they fired Bill. Well not exactly like that, that was awful. He was caught downloading a phenomenal amount of…
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134222
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The young boy sat on the swing, hearing sirens in the distance. The tops of his shoes were dirty. His fingers as well, where he drew stick figures of people in the dirt. His…
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134200
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I felt the most afraid I’ve ever felt in my life, like all the unknowns in the universe were rushing through me at once.
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134101
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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134142
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Before I grew used to it
I would wake to the sound
of the Amtrak whistle
echoing down along the tracks
behind our trailer park
and wonder who was hurtling where
through the dark night and across
this wide Illinois prairie
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134111
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years later, she won’t go near the trees
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134142
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Accidental suicide, though. Why, that could happen to anyone.
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134162
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Speaking of stiff nipples, I heard you once wanted to become a painter, because of your fondness for nipples. Feeling like Gauguin and his little Polynesian women/girls, are we? So, you're going to try to out-paint God, are you, Mr. Sistine Chapel of the
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134162
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The laptop has ruined the sanctity of the library. And so I get up and go see Queen Jane.
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134162
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I was, so I was told, the product of much hard work and a lot of invasive procedures. Initially, I'm sure my parents were making love, but then came the slog, the repeated failed attempts at getting one of mother's millions of eggs fertilized. Those tadpoles just couldn't…
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I didn't hear your last words or see your lasteyes. I didn't reach you in time, so I sat by your corpse,silently saying goodbye. I am in that process,not sour, not sweet, that yoked speaking which can't(because the heart won't let it) utter its whisperedlast word, but…
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134174
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The stain upon / many others cannot be discerned.
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134100
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Holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped in a tissue in one hand, a round shape that balances the round yellow burst of light that is her dress. While the flesh of her chest bulges forward and she balances as though in a holding pattern in flight.
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134197
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I remember the living room heater
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134153
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Before the railroad tracks are blown off by the wind, the wall tiles morph to trace 34th Streetwhile a silver balloon emerges from the end of the tunnel. A child’s hand reaches out for the gleam and she, the woman in a black-dress with a mandarin collar,
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134110
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“Eat more bugs,” said an old one.
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134055
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"Give it to me I said, you dip! Fork it over!"
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She has dwindled for the better part of a year, staved off her period, breasts and hips like a warrior. Chestnut strands that danced along candy apple cheeks now surrender to metal pins, her bun severe as an old maid's. Her prominent ears…
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134011
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Ten-year-old Bobby Akins learned that a shotgun shell struck on its brass end with a hammer can indeed take out the left eye of an eight-year-old brother observing the proceedings close by.
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