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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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140186
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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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140110
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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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140132
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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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140131
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My beloved lets me crawl into bed
and put my feet on him
since his skin is
warm and hot like a fire roaring from within
his soft flesh.
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1401169
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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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140150
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Rumpelstiltskin cried
because you belong to me;
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140174
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The stain upon / many others cannot be discerned.
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140100
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I was watching the bustling crowd below, sipping on a teacup full of Victory Gin when the scream, no a howl, cut through the murmuring of footsteps and telescreens.
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140188
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the brain plays impish tricks/
and entertains itself with avant garde/
home movies
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140121
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they flew down the slopes
with her holding on
for all she was worth
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1401126
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"You gonna be old before you're old," my father had told her.
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140120
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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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Here the three o'clock sun is an old patched up fellow, with a stained yellow beard, walking in a small crispy rain of brown leaves, looking at something that requires a bit of squinting no one else can see, on the far side of the softening…
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140100
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We named her Big Cat—I don’t know why. Maybe because she was already grown when we got her, unlike the kittens we’d seen in the pet store window that Dad wouldn’t let us have.
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That afternoon she met me in the lobby of my hotel and we simply smiled at each other in the elevator going up to my room where we sat on the couch for about three hours and told of our lives, of being apart, for so many years, then sensing our time was nearly used up, I…
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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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140055
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"I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be. And so I'm on my way home."--Bob Dylan I don't owe you anything. If I'm a recluse what does it have to do with you? I have the right to be poor. Some things cannot be explained away by letters that…
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14001711
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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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140065
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I know someone in need of healing.
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140030
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Some of us, however, turn our secrets over in our souls, churning them with the fury of the howling winds of a January night. They are eroded and shaped and fine-tuned with the precision of a jeweler; the deeper and darker they are, the more brilliant of
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140084
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Suddenly something clicked.
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140055
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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At the conference her boss showed off his knowledge of wines.
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140032
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What I did I wouldn't call criminal, just stupid. Even my judge, after so many court appointments, didn't understand what had happened. And there's a reason I got out on illegal sentencing but, either way, I paid the better part of a year for it all. I don't want to tell…
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140074
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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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140085
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there's looks between the covers and shotguns in the drawer
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Describe my origami, the shape of a gun or a limp dick, or maybe a flower.
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