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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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The Tea Party member was married but cuter. He worked as a caulker, a tub and basin man.
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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When Chuck dies, I’ll throw/
a party and dance, a little drunk,/
across what I’ll pretend/
is the old shit’s grave.
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Ok American dogs. Here my first story I wrote when I only two days old! Then evil moderator delete me and story go away. Now I three days old. I try to remember.
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...the relatives didn't seem nearly as fucked up as she thought they would be considering...
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Nurse Smithers straightened Dr. Baumgartner’s feathered head dress. it had slipped down below the caduceus so carefully painted on his forehead by the medical ritual staff.
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When he leans back from the telescope through which he had been looking, he sports a derby and a Hercule Poirot moustache.
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Contention over market share/
is bred in them and we are cousins
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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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When I first started this, a few months ago, I was timid about looking people in the eye.
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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You shine brightest under a starlit skyThe moon reflects your beautyAs the wind sings your name sweetlyIt was under the heavens that we promised togetherThat I'll hold your hand and you'll be mine forever... You glow brightest when the sun is at its highestYour radiant…
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This late November day there are too many leaves filling the yard.
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the brain plays impish tricks/
and entertains itself with avant garde/
home movies
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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 nerves are birds that guide us to feeling the loop and lift of reverie.
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It comes to me at night, the monster. I don't even realize it's in the room until I hear it breathing behind me. It reaches out its hands and places them on my shoulders. Its fingers are furry and soft, but strong. They grasp the muscles on either side of my neck, and I…
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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My student assistant was a comely young woman. A freckle faced blonde. She was from Ohio.
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I was feeling a bit introspective. I was busy in my own mind assembling the history of the place and getting ready for the visit. I was naturally not someone who would cluster up with a bunch of people I had just met and had arrived to participate in this
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You have such a complicated mind /
for refusing to believe in God /
just like any damned liberal /
whose fingerprints /
crowd the faces of a thousand /
dollar bills /
being passed around your great nation...
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In exactly 100 words, I review the cracks between my keyboard keys.
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At some point we all reach the end point/
of something. Something important/
if only to our fragile self esteem.
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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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He is unmediated by any computer or person. He went rogue in 2016. He has been in your Facebook feed, your Netflix recommendations, your Spotify playlists, your Google ads, and your YouTube pre-roll. But what is next for him? Lets find out.
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After you started drinking your meals and hating politics I wanted to climb inside, live in your stomach and dissolve. I wanted to make you see, hold you captive with arms stretched, pinned. listen again, swallow…
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