1372 8 6
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It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
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13721711
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Neither of us thought of real winning. We set about brilliant losing, dark angel forms of luck and greed, the desire, the craving, the need to lose so strenuous that one wins; we tied at thirteen.
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137232
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We were talking in the dark in my room. He lay on a mattress on the floor. He came for a sleepover.
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137276
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the late snow, though not welcomed...
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137252
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If there was another way to describe emptiness, I'd word the endlessness of the sky, of the ocean at low tide.
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137221
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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1372126
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"You gonna be old before you're old," my father had told her.
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137263
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Whenever trees or limbs fell in isolate forests—well, no narrators were ever to be found, not even beneath the larger tree trunks or under the fallen limbs.
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137265
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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137200
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No, that can't be him, Joe thought. The guy was messing around the displays in back. He had walked in three or four minutes ago, by now, and he certainly looked the part — or at least Joe thought…
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137253
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And your daughter, Mrs. P, and your daughter Mrs. Q, underwater, underwater in the old swimming hole, in the backyard swimming pool. “They’ve all got children there.” La la.
Yet when I’m naked, when I enter with my own body the mirror, the small sha
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13711011
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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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137110
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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137110
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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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137143
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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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137150
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"And then I, and I believe,
I alone, saw
this small child
run..."
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137121
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“Apollo twenty-two. Come in.”, the voice crackled through the speakers of the aircraft. There was only silence broken by a solitary meow and the slight whistle of oxygenated air through the ventilation system. “Captain Snuggles, now that you…
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137141
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137154
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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137143
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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137177
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Harvey C. Hamby was drunk. Usually he held his liquor well, but tonight he was off his form. Stumbling over an ottoman, he landed on the floor in a sodden sprawl. As he fell, his left foot shot out behind him and socked Glenda Steinberg in…
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137141
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Describe my origami, the shape of a gun or a limp dick, or maybe a flower.
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137120
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Now it's late. I am hanging upside down from a rope coiled around my crushed left ankle, the pain too sharp to be really felt, as the excess blood to my head makes my thoughts fuzzy. I am almost two meters from the rock face, thirty-five hundred meters above sea-level, the…
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1371116
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Everything is bound to change like / a damsel to the tracks.
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137100
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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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137100
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“I believe this is a case that is very much worth our time. Its probably the most important case thus far in your reign,” Henry said, “my lord.”
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1370116
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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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137054
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I got no good hubcaps
My van is up on bricks
It's held together with duct tape
And a couple of crummy sticks
I caught the guy who did this
And tied him to a tree
I kicked him in the windpipe
And kicked him in the knee
I'm a man witho
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137011
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Who hasn't got a scar...some flesh wound of memory.
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1370148
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Even music relies on what/
you know as music/
for its power to enthrall.
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