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Frenchie hustled waffle irons.
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153810
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We called him Mickey Habanero, because he could fill his mouth with the hottest food imaginable, the kind packed with the sort of heat that would melt the gums from the teeth of a novice, all without taking a drink of milk or anything else that would otherwise soothe the…
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153810
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Sometimes, to be sad, you don't need tears.
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153843
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No pain is private. How can it be?
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153811
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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153842
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Blankets were always her undoing.
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153874
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The energies align to compel you,/
wave by field, charge by pulse, into/
an ever increasing circle of speed
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153895
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153850
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Condensation on the Glass Riding down 22, I'm looking out the window. Time is a whirlwind. Your memory relinquishes itself, yellowed and fraying at the edges. It's raining and cold. I make a smiley face in the condensation …
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153855
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I'm not sure whetherI drink to numbthe pain or toactually feelsomething.
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153832
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I advertised in the local paper for a model.
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153711
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No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.
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153721
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We all thought, Birds! We all thought, Nests inside the chimney!
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153700
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If I remember him at all it’s because I decided not to flunk him so he could graduate. I had this theory that teachers should be bound by the same oath as doctors, First, do no harm.
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153764
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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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153765
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When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
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153732
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So do you read my writing?I text youI need to know whatyou like betterThe bloodor the gutsThat's what it is.You see Iput it out therefor you.That's not what it saysbut I know the truth.Am I smart enoughgood enoughdo you think it's crapbecause anyone can like it…
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153764
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When I look at the picture on my refrigerator, I always think the same thing: "Hitler was a baby once too, look how well he turned out."
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153754
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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153700
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“We are NOT starving!” I stated emphatically. “What ever gave you the idea that you are starving? Honestly, Annie, you are so melodramatic. You have food in front of you right now, don’t you?’ I said pointing to her plate of potatoes and so
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153731
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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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153786
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There are those people, stranded on the moon, just like us, but that's not necessarily what I'm looking for here (though). Panic plus negativity won't pull us any closer to freedom through the barbed-wire halls of traditional hate. And that means…
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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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153762
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Speaking of stiff nipples, I heard you once wanted to become a painter, because of your fondness for nipples. Feeling like Gauguin and his little Polynesian women/girls, are we? So, you're going to try to out-paint God, are you, Mr. Sistine Chapel of the
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153753
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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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153744
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So for now, let the snow fall, but
let it fall gently,
each flake as a soft piano note
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153786
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Before Genesis, digesting the primordial soup.
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153753
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God’s hearing aid is missing
And apparently needs an enormous battery
But no one has the
heart to tell Him
because who wants to be
shouting at God?
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153721
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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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