1522 4 3
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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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152298
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You snore and the house is safe again.
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152250
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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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152242
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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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152287
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152298
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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152154
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“We could dooble date,” he said.
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152100
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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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152110
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Marcy was not herself today, her mother said when the school called. She was under the weather and she could not play with the other children. Marcy's mother began to suspect that her daughter was not herself very early on that day. Walking up the stairs Dolores…
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152162
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your light is gonna
last me
through the week
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152100
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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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152152
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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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152175
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Cicadas shed their skin as they grow, leaving crisp hollowed out remains on tree trunks, fence posts, and the undersides of upturned leaves. Tommy and I would collect them in the early morning and stick them to our clothes like brooches. I used to like Tommy,…
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1521117
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152121
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Smiling at stones and chunks of earth pounding in...
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152155
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152153
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Before the railroad tracks are blown off by the wind, the wall tiles morph to trace 34th Streetwhile a silver balloon emerges from the end of the tunnel. A child’s hand reaches out for the gleam and she, the woman in a black-dress with a mandarin collar,
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152133
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The leaves/
seek reunion with the ground//
and leave the oak tree naked/
in December’s cold.
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152190
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Of flowers there Are none In June No sun Upon my cheek The gentle breeze Stirs me not The smiles They cloud my vision Birds they Sing their songs But I hear Them not When tears Rain down My heaven.
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152154
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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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152134
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Carl’s peculiarity of toilet paper rolls is not covered under the Americans with Disabilities Act – he’s looked it up.
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152043
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Her son was doubtless the biggest wanksta that ever went to Andrew Jackson in the whole crumby history of the school.
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152021
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An excellent plan. Just like old times.
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152044
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152044
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152042
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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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1520158
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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152010
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I’m not ready for football. I’m not ready for it, but I live in a southern town that worships at its altar more devoutly than those suicidal beauties in James Wright’s great poem.
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152054
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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152000
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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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