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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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147221
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The Gropers of Prague were there, all around us, in spirit if not in fact. Was it KGB? Was it a ghost from my past? Or my own hand?
Stop guessing. It was Einstein himself. The KGB had taken him into custody somehow, though by what authority? All the
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147295
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I recalled the one night stand I'd had with the girl one balmy summer night in Minneapolis. We lay on my bed in the moonlight, and I touched the nipples of her tiny breasts with the thumb and pinkie of one hand.
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147222
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Suddenly I'm not feeling it anymore. /
Poetry has become insufficient. /
I can't do it like I used to.
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147222
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I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
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147231
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Sweaty feet, drool from the weighty sleep of mid-afternoon naps, the inescapable perspiration of the South: all combine to create the entwined scent of socks and stale toothbrushes...
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147240
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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147200
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A life in NYC was one I always dreamed of but I found myself turning into a bitter, sarcastic person who was losing the ability to see the silver lining in just about anything.
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147255
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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147242
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If white t-shirts are only an SPF of 8, she couldn’t even imagine what a white nylon-mesh umbrella on this godforsaken beach might be in terms of protection.
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147221
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Soon the world is on film that is burning.
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147287
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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147200
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It was unusual, a feeling of déjà vu waft in the air. However, this was completely new to them. Mayumi gripped her shoulders as Emi’s lips moved trying to ease her fear. Mayumi did not understand what this stuff was.
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147265
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It sits up tall on its hind legs to take in all of whatever this is, big and bluer than the sky, death's own taxicab parked on its doorstep.
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147164
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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147121
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Sit down at night and stare into the fire. Consider if Cupid is just another liar.
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147152
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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147150
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You are Day I am Night Let us Meet In the Afternoon And…
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147176
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Get comfortable with criticism
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147143
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When I met Gregor Samsa he was still a cockroach, erratic and skittish whenever the light came on. We often spoke in the dark. I empathized with the man. I mean bug. Ok. That isn't fair. You can't call a man a bug because he chirps and eats dried skin cells. A…
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1471103
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’m sure they have their/
cleverest working on it, though.
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147133
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“Sandy likes the way Bob spanks, when he’s done she gives him thanks."
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147142
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If this road could answer
I would ask her what it is like
to follow the path
of the rippleshimmery river
for too many miles
through the slowly ghosting towns
and the corncovered landscapes
of the dying Midwest
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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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147100
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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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147100
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You need only one who notices.
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147131
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We all know that sometimes miracles happen and sometimes they don't. Some days are good and some days go by slowly as the fatigue sets in and he realizes that he is fighting cancer.
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the stars might be the audience or they might not be
if the beat sits right next to me and hugs me nasty
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147100
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Who is the torturer and who is the tortured?
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