1571 4 2
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Dandelions wither as I approach and the grass dies under my feet.
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157122
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In the privacy of a booth?
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157010
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My first abroad journey completed. A picturesque way to end it all, really. I’m into that, I think to myself: making things play like movies or dramas or as beautifully as I can make them.
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157022
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Rogue sits bedside in Jello Biafra’s hospital room.
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157073
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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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157055
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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157000
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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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1570139
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Remember the equatorial heat, the flies,/
the lurking hum and scream of jungle,/
the squalor? Remember the functionary.
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157021
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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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157011
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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157020
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He also had OCD. He had to kick every dog he met. Johnny killed a lot of dogs and was bitten by many others. He was a cruel bastard.
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157022
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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157064
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It was 6 a.m. when the phone next to the bed awakened Francesco.
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157000
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“You. There,” said the fellow, pointing his gun like a dead finger. “You believe that water saves the soul, don’t you?” Thomas looked to the other boys for an answer, but they didn’t know any more than he did.
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157093
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157065
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I can do the hot coals, no problem.
Or, your love, eyes closed.
Or your sneer, spank,
suffering, resentment, rejection.
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1569103
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We are what we are, and that is zombies.
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156985
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Elaine and Francesco exited the taxi in front of Elaine Aster Gallery.
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156932
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As I gripped the wheel and stared at the expanse above my head, my compass spun wildly. Something wasn't quite right
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156976
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"It was John-Darren who once told me that he felt sorry for women."
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156900
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The rocking chair will bite your toes.
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156983
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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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156911
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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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156900
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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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156922
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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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156911
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My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
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156820
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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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156896
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A break from bleak world history and events...
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156831
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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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156887
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There is a war, but is it not In my heart? There is a war, but You are not the reason. There is a War, but we're all doing what we can. There is a war, but it is not just Your fight. There is a war, but I Wished you still walked…
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