1510 8 10
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The floor dissolves beneath us, pierced by lasered/
glare of countless eye-beams.
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150941
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No matter how bad his hair turned out or how avocado shaped one of those miscreants could make his head look, he would remain silent.
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15091210
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A man of action would take to his rake/
but Sloth would rather watch and wait/
for snow to erase each leaf on leaf.
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15091711
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Neither of us thought of real winning. We set about brilliant losing, dark angel forms of luck and greed, the desire, the craving, the need to lose so strenuous that one wins; we tied at thirteen.
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150955
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On the coldest day of the year, the weather man walks back from the measurement booth across a snowed-over plain, solid as cement and tinted with the pale yellow glow of the northern lights.
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150921
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She heard the quick footsteps and knew where they were headed. Running down the hall she knew she “only had 1 hour left and there was no time to waste”.
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150900
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He then spent his walk home to his single apartment spitting up various textures of red, combinations of cherry and blood mostly.
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150900
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A life in NYC was one I always dreamed of but I found myself turning into a bitter, sarcastic person who was losing the ability to see the silver lining in just about anything.
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150952
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If there was another way to describe emptiness, I'd word the endlessness of the sky, of the ocean at low tide.
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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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150976
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For decades the land the village sat on had switched its allegiance between two countries.
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150943
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"You're no good at sex, no good at drugs and, god knows, no good at rock and roll."
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150932
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I didn't feel when you cut out my spine I'd been throwing up all night couldn't even smell the rust …
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150971
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150980
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Joe's, always smelling of cherry chapstick or the breeze that comes up from subway grates, used to service some of the finest dupes in town.
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150942
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He brought me flowers once, three wilted carnations I put in water, though the sight of them made me uneasy. He brought me pictures once, too, of three sisters—ten, twelve, fourteen—straddling dirt bikes. He touched my shoulder once, as I edited pictures …
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150932
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...the relatives didn't seem nearly as fucked up as she thought they would be considering...
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150954
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In December of 2003, Daniel Arredondo succumbed to his years long battle with colon cancer. If the name is unfamiliar, you're not alone. He did not answer to the name Daniel Arredondo. For most of his life, from seventeen years old to the end, in fact, he went by the name…
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150977
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You don't have to push back so hard. We wore our hair long. We wanted the animals to trust us in their wild open spaces. Everything will come undone. We wore our hair long because we wanted to Be able to find our way home in the dark…
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150900
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Ayane took another look of the area and it was large warehouse. A loud thud vibrated outside.
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150821
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Anatoly Gringovitch sat in the police car returning him to the Opera House.
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150852
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Have you ever seen a body of words give birth to a paragraph? I won't lie. It's a little gross. But quite moving. First there is the biology of reproduction. A blackbird living in an electric guitar, for instance, and its inexplicable urge to mate with an elephant.…
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150820
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Ruth carries always a small bottle of nitroglycerin; and tissues, wads of tissues; two Tums (for calcium, she tells me)...
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150842
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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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150800
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This was the anniversary of the chairs. He would celebrate tonight for the chairs, and the chairs would welcome him.
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150832
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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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150810
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Flicking through the sheets on her clipboard, Evelyn double checked the address with the mismatched numbers on the letterbox. Its mouth was a rusty, gaping grin like it had lost its dentures.
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150842
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The rain is filling up my shoes,
I can’t see
through my glasses,
Rain all inside me.
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150841
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150800
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Fat Patty sniffs the delicate waft of peat and sidles over, proffering a grope in exchange for a few wet-lipped swigs. Hell yes.
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