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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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145472
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That streetcar named Desire, it don't hardly stop for me no more. Leastwise not while I'm awake, and I don't have to be telling no nosy aides why I make them noises in my sleep.
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145454
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145411
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There was no need to drive. She could travel ten miles in ten minutes. She merely had to be careful not to step on any cars or trucks.
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145498
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I don't think you understand. A sad boy doesn't just die inside, slowly, he becomes withdrawn from certain types of lovely youthful reasoning out loud, accustomed to feeling what is expected, graded, just to be allowed to survive another…
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145321
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An excellent plan. Just like old times.
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145355
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and pressed an area
on my forehead
between my eyes
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145333
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The gate squeaked, the gravel shuffled and the letterbox clattered as February 14th's mail cascaded to the ground.
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145344
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Once or twice, it was only once or twice. Three times, if I really count. And I wasn't giving or loving. And my self stayed hidden and I kept most of my clothes on.
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145332
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Michiko stood in front of Steinway Hall on West 57th Street.
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145331
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I will show you how, in the spring,
the sidewalks here
look like a crossword puzzle resting under
a glass of lemonade,
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145344
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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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145310
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The parrots woke Eddie up. That and Rocker snoring in the twin bed. A thousand parrots flying over the motel? They squawked, God how they…
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1453115
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As air warms and warm/
winds stir, green becomes the force/
that surges the plains.
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145361
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Why do I love you? The monster that you are?
I love you for revealing to me my strength
My determination, my will
My need to survive
I love you for showing me the gift that is living
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145363
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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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1453157
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Her voice gets screechy as she talks of the boy he was caught fondling in the bathroom of a bowling alley. The worst part: the dumb schmuck doesn’t even bowl.
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1453107
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and where have the years sped
how distant was your youth
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145311
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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145320
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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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145322
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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145387
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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145331
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I want to read a story that ends unhappily ever after: one where the bad guy wins and no one gets the girl.
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145222
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The light of day is screaming,
shook by the calls of howler monkeys,
their low roar hanging in the salt,
in the black sand riding the wind,
as Playa Negra outstretches its infinite arms.
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145244
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145276
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Get comfortable with criticism
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145296
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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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145242
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145221
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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1452128
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That’s a long time/
to live with the certainty/
of your death
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