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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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147255
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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147261
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I would like to go back (with spade, pick, soft bristles), and sift through time and layers, brush away the intervening years, and find: the tooth, knocked out by my then best friend, when we were seven, careening downhill in my father's wheelbarrow on Boscobel…
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1472134
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So I've got this head in a jar and I'm not sure who it belongs to.
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147221
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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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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147164
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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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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147121
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The blaring scream from my alarm clock suffices as my wake-up call. It disrupts me from my dream state that I so rarely get the privilege to experience any more. I've always loathed that alarm clock, so I turn it off in the most sensibly aggressive manner I know how: just…
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147140
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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1471103
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’m sure they have their/
cleverest working on it, though.
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147142
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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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147100
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You need only one who notices.
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147174
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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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147121
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She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
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147160
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The Star Trek marathon ends, and he flips channels. An episode of Full House is on. The cheesy plot lines and attractive women (specifically, DJ Tanner in the late seasons) have become a freakish comfort.
In today's episode, the Tanners are baby sitt
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147021
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Sit down at night and stare into the fire. Consider if Cupid is just another liar.
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147054
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still curious of the taste of eggs
finally licking my plate
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147050
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You are Day I am Night Let us Meet In the Afternoon And…
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147055
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Style Shifts “Oh, yes, my cousin. We were rude boys until the armed gangs started to gather. Used to be we could pass a night driving, playing our songs, acting tough. Yeah. We'd mouth off, flash some teeth, spark some anger when we felt like it. We…
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Get comfortable with criticism
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She had just done it in the backseat with the man she decided would be her father. Or maybe it was the cast of his eyes under the dim bar lights. Maybe she insisted that this had to be done, to relive the night under the stars, under a dented roof of a station…
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147043
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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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147031
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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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You've had some truly awful shit pumped into your brains for years at a time now. The practice started a long time ago. It's not always your fault. The only lasting way to get it out of your head is to go and figure out exactly where…
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