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The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/
exhausted from Skillman Wok/
perfumes December air.
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147810
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My name is Jeremy, and I am in love with a zombie.
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147842
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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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147811
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Ten-year-old Bobby Akins learned that a shotgun shell struck on its brass end with a hammer can indeed take out the left eye of an eight-year-old brother observing the proceedings close by.
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147853
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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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147844
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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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147875
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This late November day there are too many leaves filling the yard.
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147800
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Mayumi noticed everything moving in real time. Everyone just stared and a woman approached her to see if she was okay. Once Mayumi felt the woman’s hand touch her shoulder, her skin crawled and she ran.
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147800
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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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147811
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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147800
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“Got a big one boy! He's movin' real fast! Don't think he has had time to eat the bait just yet, so we need to play him out. Let the hook set. Don't want to loose him! Get the net ready!”
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147841
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The most unoriginal, trite and hackneyed story ever written!
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147832
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I advertised in the local paper for a model.
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147800
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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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147711
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Every day, I write myself further away
From the East
Where we began
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147701
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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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147720
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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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1477118
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We must sometimes see the world/
as the pale blue dot//
surrounded by brighter dots/
and that endless field of darkest dark.
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147722
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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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147763
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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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147799
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It’s layer VII we adore/
and mourn
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147743
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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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147710
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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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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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At last, we learn if Blow has the cojones to fight.
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