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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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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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still curious of the taste of eggs
finally licking my plate
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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As I gripped the wheel and stared at the expanse above my head, my compass spun wildly. Something wasn't quite right
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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"And then I, and I believe,
I alone, saw
this small child
run..."
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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There was no provision for keeping the post on the door, but I did not have the fingernails to pry it off.
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Nearly everyone knows of that celebrated poet’s story coming down to us from classical Greek mythology: the tragic tale of Orpheus and his descent into the underworld to rescue his beloved Eurydice. Well, there’s a much lesser known story of a legendary 7
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I give you the rattle of the rattlesnake. I give you a daub of creosote. I give you the metaphysics of glue.
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The winter’s too warm for the bears to sleep,
and they get up in the middle of the night
with insomnia and wander about the streets
in their pajamas, knocking over garbage cans,
looking for a midnight snack of some kind.
They’re getting kind o
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...the relatives didn't seem nearly as fucked up as she thought they would be considering...
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That TV you got me? Ruined. And the ionizer fan? Ruined too. All your clothes you left over here, all my work scrubs and weekend dresses too, soaked with that river stink water. I kept thinking bout all the dead creatures.
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An excellent plan. Just like old times.
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The water lapped against the sides of the small boat, their rhythm all that I could think of. Sweltering rays beat down, frying my flesh, the insipid salty breeze that occasionally stirred my only relief from it. Gulls circled overhead, like white ravens,
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Been looking for guns.
His guns have turned up missing.
He’s been looking for the guns.
Looking for guns.
The au-pair must’ve snuck back in
And took the guns.
And the baby.
The baby must be crawling off with
Guns again.
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Ok, ok, people are forever asking me, so why did I cross the frickin’ road? Dumb-shit me, of course. Consequences waaay unforseen.
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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"Look Emily, I’m charging your solar powered calculator and helping you relieve your dependence on foreign oil."
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After the Tokyo experience, Frank and Michiko decided that when she went on extended tours, Frank would accompany her.
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The night sky was washed gray by city lights.
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Jenny was certain nobody saw her when she took the slinky shirt from her father's store. It was blue with buttons shaped like cherries, the fabric light as air. She balled it up in her hand. Her father owned a chain of boutiques called Body Electric. The racks were…
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The Vegan Defense League is a vigilante group formed to fill the gap left by local law enforcement, who jam the parking lot a mile down the road at a donut shop. “By the time the cops finish their coffee and chocolate frosted donuts, we could be dead.”
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As I walked down to the Subway, I thought to myself that now, after the horror in Boston, everybody looks like a terrorist.
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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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In and out of morphine dreams, he flies through the unfinished roof of Illinois sky. Below, matchbox-sized farm machines. A silo becomes his father's thermos, the silver-capped tower from which he stole sips at ten, his first secret. Back …
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Rumpelstiltskin cried
because you belong to me;
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