1355 5 3
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Oh my god - A plagiarizing pony - I know someone must have said that before
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135553
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At times we rarely desire to be where we are at home quite as much as we desire to be where we are no longer.
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135542
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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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135410
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Smiling, holding hands, Joe and Lara basked in the sunshine of the mid January day as they approached the diner. The temperature was warm enough for golf. Joe had played in far colder weather in spring and fall.
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135401
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135433
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Amanda Palmer's explaining the eyebrow thing. An altercation with someone at Roadrunner, or maybe old boyfriend shit to burn— She's animated but he's losing signal, filling in the blanks himself. Whatever, it won't light at first, and then WHUMP and she…
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135441
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135474
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The stain upon / many others cannot be discerned.
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135420
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“I do not know if you can hear me, or if you can talk to me. Some people do not believe in people like you, you know, spirits, ghosts or whatever you are. I do. I know you are here because of what happened here.” I could not speak. I did not feel I could.
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1354103
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I am confused by your new paper-doll look, btw. Could you please look regular again by Thursday?
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135431
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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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135454
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A poem not about fog written in fog with an erasable pen.
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135386
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Our painter man was killed by a bunch of snotty kids who were making fun of him. A gun went off. What is a noodle to do? He wasn't sitting alone in his world, anymore. Where was his famous straw hat? His trusty pipe? He desperately needed to smoke…
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135322
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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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1353148
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Even music relies on what/
you know as music/
for its power to enthrall.
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135352
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Have you ever seen a body of words give birth to a paragraph? I won't lie. It's a little gross. But quite moving. First there is the biology of reproduction. A blackbird living in an electric guitar, for instance, and its inexplicable urge to mate with an elephant.…
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135311
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Like a distant memory of past expectations
I wander through past journeys, delineations
chew on the fresh air like a discontented Wordsworth
now free, free to roam where I will..
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135354
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I know this much: right now I’m over a thousand miles from my brother. I’ve been watching the odometers, adding it all up.
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135320
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I couldn't think of anything that rhymed with "unibrow" except Tsing Tao, which is a brand of Chinese beer....
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135300
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Hits start, enters numbers, runs the program / Does this again one hundred times / Then takes a break
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135321
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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135353
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God’s hearing aid is missing
And apparently needs an enormous battery
But no one has the
heart to tell Him
because who wants to be
shouting at God?
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135341
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I'm in the boardroom, downtown in San Francisco. I don't even remember showing up for work today. I hope they fire me, just like they fired Bill. Well not exactly like that, that was awful. He was caught downloading a phenomenal amount of…
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135341
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Zusman snored on the sofa as Motel gathered his belongings in the dark. He moved quietly as had become his custom in the mornings. Initially he had tried not to wake his nephew on his way to work in the…
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135395
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"Possible candidates for reading to a crowd"
the subject line of the email to myself read.
You see, writing can be hard -
or writing can be easy.
But writing for a crowd you'll see is something else entirely.
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135321
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He and she are fucking while I watch. She's moaning deep desire and he's pounding flesh into flesh. I'm fully clothed, eyes attune to their fornication, studying. He comes inside of her; their bodies stiffen and then wriggle against one another. …
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135371
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1353129
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Who owns the moon? What title search/
could ever make a claim?
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13521011
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I fall in love with a second cousin at the picnic. I make sure I sit next to her.
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1352116
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Jane knew what to do
when she heard murmurs in the ceiling,
knew what to do when she struck out on the moor.
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