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I got to see me the other day.
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146165
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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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146021
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An excellent plan. Just like old times.
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146001
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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146044
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146043
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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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146000
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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146067
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I love you because your eyes are both crossed
When you do it, because you’re focused
On the inside of the universe
I love you because
You’re on a roller coaster
Through life
And I can ride along
For the thrill of it
I love you because
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146032
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Billy took acid and blatzed into a 7-11, holding his dick like he hoped the store guy would think the thing was an Uzi. The guy laughed his ass off, reached under the counter, and pulled out a .38…
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146042
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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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1460118
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At the conference her boss showed off his knowledge of wines.
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1460128
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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146000
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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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146033
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two pairs of arms and legs
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146000
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You need only one who notices.
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146095
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146051
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It’s as she reaches into the fridge for the carton of half-and-half with the grainy waxy photo of the little girl—Last Seen 10/2/06—that the memory surfaces:
“Hey. That’s mine.”
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145964
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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1459107
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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
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145910
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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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145910
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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145955
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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145921
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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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145966
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With their brightly-colored bits of
found string
woven into the walls of their nests
to teach their baby birds
what the worms of the future
will look like.
Somewhat like the
cave paintings of Lascaux
for early man in France,
when hunti
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145932
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I’m casing the place; my boyfriend Jimmy is about to bust in and rob the store.
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145962
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145952
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—Now that’s a hell-of-a-painting, Frank, he said. Those colors are engaged in warfare. How the hell did you do that?
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145944
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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1459189
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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145900
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The pit of my stomach was bottoming out, this lurching sort-of feeling one experiences when one has coasted WELL OVER an abyss and has no way of finding one's bearings . . .
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