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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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1510108
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He knows I talk to angels, what he would call angels. I don’t talk to him.
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151041
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That is the question,
not to be or not to be
Life, death, whether to be,
all that is superfluous
in the face of laughter
and how to achieve it
under extraordinary circumstances
like not drinking anymore
I’m afraid not all the alcoh
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150900
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Mezereon’s giant dragon heart marveled at the girl’s revelations. First, he was heartsick for her and the sad state of things back where she had come to him from. Secondly, he was aghast to learn she was a princess; for even dragons know and respect r
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150932
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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150952
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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150943
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Philosophy: a muscular exercise of throat, jaw, tongue, and brain.
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150987
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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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150931
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I will show you how, in the spring,
the sidewalks here
look like a crossword puzzle resting under
a glass of lemonade,
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150922
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I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
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150950
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"And then I, and I believe,
I alone, saw
this small child
run..."
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150940
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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150911
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A mundane endeavor depicted as a quest. Try it, you'll like it!
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15091510
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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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150954
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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150964
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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150931
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1509108
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The first night I met her we slow danced to George Strait songs for most of the evening and when we took a break, our talking went warm and well as we sat eating hot dogs and sipping beers until she dropped a couple of bombs, first, telling me she was married and then, that…
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150943
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I was walking my Belgian Waffle-Hound
Past the Belgian waffle shop
I found a penny on the ground
And did a tiny little hop
I spun around and went inside
The Belgian waffle shop
And bought a little waffle
For my Belgian Waffle-Hound
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150921
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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150932
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I am useless. A freak. Different. They all hate me now. All except you, of course. You will never leave me. Never. I'd kill them all if I could. Every single one. But twenty-four, that's a lot even for me. I'm so sick of the cliques; the special groups and hastily strung…
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150943
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No pain is private. How can it be?
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150910
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["LIKE SAND THROUGH THE HOURGLASS ... SO ... ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES!"]
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150821
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I don't know what I'd expected from the week of mourning after my mother died but I sure hadn't pictured this marathon cocktail party. Our house is packed with people, food, booze and borrowed chairs. People I haven't seen in years keep turning up with casseroles.I'm…
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150810
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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150821
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I want to own you, even if it is only for a few moments or a few hours, but it will not be worth it unless for that brief span of time I know that the only purpose of your existence is to be a woman whom I own.
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150810
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I'm waiting for your voice. My trembling hand is so damp the phone could slip from my fragile grasp at any moment. Each ring burns in my ear and makes the washing machine in my stomach tumble faster and faster. After three rings, or it could be four, or forty, I hear…
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150878
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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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1508117
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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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