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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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157421
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if you don't quiver with anticipation you'll barely manage to explode
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157411
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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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157400
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You cannot go back, you cannot go home, you cannot cannot cannot…Only in memory is it possible to travel back in time. We all imagine it. We relive happy moments, sad moments, we exist, time exists and it passes. We cannot stop it.
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157454
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Mon wakes up surrounded by trees. The light is grey, the trunks black.How long have I slept? he wonders.He doesn't know which way to walk. In every direction, the same prospect of trees. He looks up at a blank sky. No sign even of the sun.***He starts walking. Slowly,…
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157451
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They come in my room without knocking and I'm nekkid.
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157422
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Other men looked up and, rather than feeling pleasantly surprised at the sudden sound of ethereal metal crickets in their presence, left the restroom after hastily finishing their silent shaking. Mitch joined them, feeling like a coward for being afraid o
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1574189
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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1574129
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Enumerate the small delights/ this bright first morning
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157422
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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157400
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Would we have been satisfied with a humble butter sculpture of a cow in 1960? Puh-lease! Would Parisians of the Impressionist era swoon over a big-eyed child picture?
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157411
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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157456
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Sometimes I think living in a house with so many rooms /
you can get lost just making your way to the fridge /
should be enough. I chastise myself for wanting more.
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157365
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Certain disorders lend themselves to poetics.
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157320
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They think because you are a writer you are not much of a listener and so you begin to recognize all of the great opportunities to be much more of a listener and then you shut your trap and get sucked into the whorls of her big wet brown eyes with Italianate…
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157312
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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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157322
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Rogue sits bedside in Jello Biafra’s hospital room.
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157331
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Esmée sat alone at a table on the terrace at Marina Jack’s in Sarasota. She had been there ten minutes and no waitress had approached her.
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157373
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My, but how that girl loved to defenestrate! I shall ever be grateful for my obstinacy with never living more than a single story above ground level.
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157300
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a dozen girls with Encarnación's face flit past, whispering kisses along the part of my hair, tickling their hems along the cuticles of my nails.
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157366
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The ability to "see the ball" is a gift.
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157352
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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157374
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sprang straight up to their full galloping heights roaming over your hills like constantly shifting eyes, your strange approximated illuminating hair like ghosts giving birth to a tender smell of green sea foam. This was all I saw, but it was quite…
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157396
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As I walked down to the Subway, I thought to myself that now, after the horror in Boston, everybody looks like a terrorist.
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157301
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I take her hand. More grey dust rolls off the arms, over the railing, into the wind. It’s embarrassing and I let go. I think she told me to throw them away months ago.
I rub her bare thigh. She laughs real soft like. The corner of her lip curls up.
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157383
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First of all, there was no snow. I seem to remember that. And there was no Christmas tree in the house.
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157345
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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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157364
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It was 6 a.m. when the phone next to the bed awakened Francesco.
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157342
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Dandelions wither as I approach and the grass dies under my feet.
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157399
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No one has touched me for a long, long time and I believe that is why I am dying. This is a notion that is new to me but it has persisted over the last few weeks and I believe I finally have apprehended the truth. There was a time, I remember all too well,…
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