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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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My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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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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Rogue sits bedside in Jello Biafra’s hospital room.
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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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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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For two days his parents had been fighting, and they would tell him to tell the other one something every morning that was supposed to be some sort of slight at their personal failings, which had been inflamed by their twenty years of marriage.
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if you don't quiver with anticipation you'll barely manage to explode
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The rocking chair will bite your toes.
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It was 6 a.m. when the phone next to the bed awakened Francesco.
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Dandelions wither as I approach and the grass dies under my feet.
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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Its odors of quicklime/
and pyre-smoke will curl/
commingled in acrid air.
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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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In my day, you could buy a polythene bag of cigarette butts for 5p. And everyone had a proper haircut.In my day, plumbers gave free vasectomies whilst reciting patriotic poems. And all the buses were red.In my day, there was always more than enough sex to go round, with…
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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The ability to "see the ball" is a gift.
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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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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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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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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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"Mama skipped the training bras and just gave me her old bras. I'll be 25 before I can wear her old bras..."
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I always thought I would feel your hand, always, Lay with you as we flew higher together, laugh with You in the little spaces left between certain trees, like tiny blue flowers that only appear suddenly, made secretly Of…
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In the privacy of a booth?
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My father had a terrific argument with his wife, my stepmother, a flaming harridan with a voice like hydrochloric acid, and insisted on driving me back home to California.
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Certain disorders lend themselves to poetics.
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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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At a candlelit table near the back of the restaurant, Jack and Lois greeted the waiter as he delivered their drinks, a diet coke for him, and for her, a vodka and cranberry. He apologized for the slow bar service and promised to return in a moment to take their…
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