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150697
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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1506179
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A woman who is, say, a culinary arts champion or an heiress devoted to literature such as Bryher (Annie Winifred Ellerman) or Peggy Guggenheim might be able to turn me on, turn me out, turn me around.
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150622
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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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1506103
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I am going to quit clicking refresh, only because it is clear nothing is happening out there. After I click refresh just one more time, that is, and then I am closing the window. After clicking one more last time. …
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150600
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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150620
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I can't believe it's Frankie, but there he is at a table on the far side, just in front of the big picture window. I hold the menu close to my face and peek again over the top, watching as he reaches under the white linen tablecloth to plant…
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150653
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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150600
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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150662
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A white room is empty but for you, a card table and a chair.
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150654
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Last night as a duration spent hovering in electronic media-space.
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150665
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I found a diseased fish / wedged between some boulders near the pier
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150600
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Even the old medicine woman seemed to grin with a perverted sort of understanding when she opened the door to find Lys waiting outside. She was comfortable nowhere and ready to flee at any moment.
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1506104
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Every day, a fresh new/
strain of Hell reveals itself
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150600
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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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150644
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A rope is cleaner,
he explains with a straight face.
He's calmed by the visual.
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1506119
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The Poisoning I used to call my dad Serpico. Thirty years on the police force, and though a respected officer, he never fit in. He never had beers with the guys at the end of a shift or engaged in the more lewd locker room talk. None of the other cops were privy to which…
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1505148
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Even music relies on what/
you know as music/
for its power to enthrall.
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150530
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Connor didn't bother to wait in the line of busy professionals, opting to cut in front of the sign that announced "Line Forms At Other End."
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150522
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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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150533
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Welcome the one and the all of you, welcome all you scraggly long haired weeds, welcome the no longer rolling stones of the new you, welcome you most beautiful little wonderfully…
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150540
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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150563
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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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150561
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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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1505108
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The first night I met her we slow danced to George Strait songs for most of the evening and when we took a break, our talking went warm and well as we sat eating hot dogs and sipping beers until she dropped a couple of bombs, first, telling me she was married and then, that…
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150543
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I was walking my Belgian Waffle-Hound
Past the Belgian waffle shop
I found a penny on the ground
And did a tiny little hop
I spun around and went inside
The Belgian waffle shop
And bought a little waffle
For my Belgian Waffle-Hound
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150543
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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.
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1505116
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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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150500
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Won't speak a word against 'em. Car trunk stunk like bad chicken long after, but I won't speak a word against 'em.
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150512
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I was an alcoholic for ten years, starting in my early twenties and continuing into my thirties. Then finally, after many attempts, I got myself straightened out. My son's birth finally did it for me. It wasn't like a switch flipped in the delivery room…
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