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Ginny, the mother, was a lark in every respect of the word. Born and raised in central California farm country, to a family of lower middle class means, educated in public schools in whose bathroom stalls she was deflowered as unceremoniously as a pig ta
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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The most unoriginal, trite and hackneyed story ever written!
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Osama couldn’t see any reason he shouldn’t retire. No way he could top BP Oil in the Gulf or Pacific Gas & Electric in San Bruno.
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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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So many dreams I need to visit, though
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The story of a second, a stone, and an android -- all curiously interrelated and all, coincidentally, named Gretchen
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What do I understand?
What have I mastered or come to terms with?
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When I slip through the seams I return to the same place.
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The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/
exhausted from Skillman Wok/
perfumes December air.
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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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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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So for now, let the snow fall, but
let it fall gently,
each flake as a soft piano note
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And God said unto the oil can: “Thou art cursed above the cattle, and above every beast of the field. And deep the ground shalt thou go.”
“Mother,” said the oil can, “fucker!”
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'Every raindrop sounds different.' says Barney. He's bouncing along beside his mother, twisting in her hand like warm milk. She looks down at his Big Bear hat and tugs. They wait together at the edge of the busy road. 'How do they sound?' 'Zzzing.…
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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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“I'll have the Ribeye cooked medium rare,” says Bill, who looks over at Julia, blonde hair and disarming smile, and he thinks that she's not bad for a blind date. He doesn't like the way she butters her roll, however, and it agitates him that she spreads…
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I advertised in the local paper for a model.
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At last, we learn if Blow has the cojones to fight.
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Every day, I write myself further away
From the East
Where we began
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Or, do my own red flags counter balance his. My back and forth, my restlessness, my one foot out the door, my ‘once a leaver… always a leaver’, my pitter patter for a former flame... peppered with my transgressions, my mistakes. Or, worse, the way I have
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So where does that leave me, Roscoe Loomis wondered, dismounting his silver, aluminum steed in his sweat-soaked, spandex outfit, and, clearing the saliva from his beard he walked over, checked and smiled, learning that the bike track's timing unit showed it was Roscoe's…
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We’d told her that Kasey waitressed. We talked about it a lot, trying to figure something out. I wanted to be honest with her. Kasey said she was too young to understand. I said that was why honesty wouldn’t hurt anything. Kasey said what about later.
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My father seems anxious about my gender orientation. I grew up looking like a boy, acting like a boy. He bought dresses and girly stuff for me but he avoided making an issue of it until recently.
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It’s layer VII we adore/
and mourn
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he wound up hating the woman he betrayed in his heart for betraying him in her body
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Everything is bound to change like / a damsel to the tracks.
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