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You gave me everything, delivered with a hungry mouth. Tease.All taken away, erasedby a few words.Lips that poured forth and lips that took insharp, electric pleasures.Now withdrawn, thin, petulant.Not satisfied,you crushed my sanctuary.with so…
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153222
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Rogue sits bedside in Jello Biafra’s hospital room.
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153260
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But now she was no longer the little girl.
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153200
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Why did he seek punishment, if he felt no guilt? Why this empty conscious, though he had done such evil?
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153288
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You've had some truly awful shit pumped into your brains for years at a time now. The practice started a long time ago. It's not always your fault. The only lasting way to get it out of your head is to go and figure out exactly where…
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153221
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The sun becomes hot. She removes her skirt. She is left with a black bodice, with white laces, leggings underneath and a pair of twelve hole Doc Martens.
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1532103
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’m sure they have their/
cleverest working on it, though.
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153233
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he wanders the house/ crying for the hairless tomcat/ (gone for the night/ on an overnight job).
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153245
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The stick had a head and a face and a swirling robe, all etched in wood.
It was the 14th Dalai Lama.
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1532118
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They could occupy the space//
left by creatures larger and more/
evolved.
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153243
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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153254
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Two days ago, a friend of mine and I met at my house. She was a nurse, and could only visit my house very late at night when her shift ended. We don’t meet often because she is very busy saving lives and generally being a more useful human being in societ
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Shhh. I am here. Otillie Augustine, from Trieste, an Italian city to you, but when I lived it was part of Austria. Such things as who flies their flags over a city? Not so important after all, after all the losses and the victory speeches. These were not…
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I offer you a peanut butter sandwich full of unconditional love
and you say I'm being controlling, so I let you eat cake, eat cake.
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Over by the swimming pool singing - Hey hey it’s okay - A line from a song he heard - On the stereo when we were driving in the car - On the way to sign the papers to get - His grandfather released from the hospital
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153211
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Set your three-word story in prison.
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153142
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Anatoly Gringovitch took a swallow of beer, thoughtfully put the cap on his Ferrari da Varese custom fountain pen, and launched into his story:
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1531106
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gravel coughing up tires at 90 miles an hour
and just getting under way
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I don’t know how some can do it. Can they just walk off the animal in the yard or something, and forget about love altogether? Some have that built-in coldness of the soul, I guess. I don’t get it. The blood does not seem to shake their hearts. Are th
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153141
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"I am lying on my back and am confused."
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Fear the air and fear the fire./
Fear the land and fear the water./
Creation is out to get you, speck,
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153155
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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153111
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Wherever you decide to grow
Please remember to ask the dirt
‘Am I still dust’
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153100
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Who is the torturer and who is the tortured?
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153143
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Soon, out of the womb ‘down there' is nuance. It guides you, like a legality, like your own breathing, in and out of overtone, hardcore hodgepodges, those inklings near sacrosanct beyond breakfront negligees and neo-negligence leading the good life. Isn't it…
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A Beatles haircut and loose Khaki painters overalls rendered the child sexless. He or she walked over to Hugh’s side and standing tiptoe peered into the casket. She, for Hugh had determined it was a girl, stroked the silk lining.
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Its odors of quicklime/
and pyre-smoke will curl/
commingled in acrid air.
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I am exceeded / by a leaf
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1530158
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The form I completed yesterday filled out several attachments, including one for passive business loss. I did not believe I had incurred business loss, just that I was freelancing part-time.
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A cloudy autumn morning greeted Sean as he stepped from the trolley at Grand Central Station. On his way to the tracks he purchased a copy of The New York Times dated October 24, 1934.
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