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Words are looking ever so strange today
like a hole in space
a wind in a cloud
a face superimposed over a mountain
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149243
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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.
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149243
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No pain is private. How can it be?
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149200
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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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1492117
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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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149200
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“She’s very sick. She’s dying,” and he smoothed my hair along my neck.
“It’s leukemia. A very rare type,” his hand reached my shoulder and stopped there.
“She only has a few months.”
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149121
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The Gropers of Prague were there, all around us, in spirit if not in fact. Was it KGB? Was it a ghost from my past? Or my own hand?
Stop guessing. It was Einstein himself. The KGB had taken him into custody somehow, though by what authority? All the
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149195
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I recalled the one night stand I'd had with the girl one balmy summer night in Minneapolis. We lay on my bed in the moonlight, and I touched the nipples of her tiny breasts with the thumb and pinkie of one hand.
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149197
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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149187
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There is a war, but is it not In my heart? There is a war, but You are not the reason. There is a War, but we're all doing what we can. There is a war, but it is not just Your fight. There is a war, but I Wished you still walked…
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149157
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It is claimed we choose/
conditions of our servitude.
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149153
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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149154
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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1491169
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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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149155
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It's been a bad year, People dying. Some too close to home, Some too far away. I cry down to you, In your casket, and think you might sit up. You were not sick You went in just a moment, Looking stunning and alive. Not…
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149133
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Who hasn’t at some point of the day wanted to dredge up everything in your pocket just to see what it is.
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149151
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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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149195
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We got a sandwich at Mr. Pickle's, but they cut the sandwich in the plastic. Plastic wrap.
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149141
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To rival the professor in his knowledge of various body parts is impossible ...
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149121
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He didn’t even have the energy to tell me to tie her up when he got home.
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149111
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It matters little who thought of it first, what mattered was the schism. Or, to be more accurate, those on the opposite sides of the schism. And, of course, you are a part of this, dear reader. You are of one side or the other.
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149100
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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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149064
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They made posters and hung them everywhere. With the passing days she became the photograph at its center: hair always in the same ponytail; always with the same smile
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149055
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Style Shifts “Oh, yes, my cousin. We were rude boys until the armed gangs started to gather. Used to be we could pass a night driving, playing our songs, acting tough. Yeah. We'd mouth off, flash some teeth, spark some anger when we felt like it. We…
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149042
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The convalescent home's common areas are surprisingly well-appointed, given the neighborhood, which makes his actual living quarters that much more dismaying. Poorly lit, dusty, stifling, the room reeks of socks worn for weeks on end. My nostrils burn, and my eyes…
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1490179
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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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149044
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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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149055
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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149052
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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149011
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She clutched her fat rolls and tugged on a pant leg. "I'm so embarrassed! You caught me on a bad day!"
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