1449 6 2
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The laptop has ruined the sanctity of the library. And so I get up and go see Queen Jane.
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144921
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I remember sitting there on the first unfinished rooftop, watching you building houses out of words. You hammered in grammar and punctuation; you said these things needed to be hammered in by hand. You drove the long straight exclamation …
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144997
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Jeanne and I were married for eight years. I never knew her.
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144953
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Oh my god - A plagiarizing pony - I know someone must have said that before
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144900
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I was watching the bustling crowd below, sipping on a teacup full of Victory Gin when the scream, no a howl, cut through the murmuring of footsteps and telescreens.
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14491711
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...when they entered eager lungs hungry from deep and sweaty love
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144987
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...coming into that bone yard, you just hang a right, go on past La Fontaine, and take a left a bit further on. Jimbo's right up in there.
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144951
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THE BOOK YOU'LL NEVER READ CONTENTS This Is Not A Test In The Event Of A Nuclear Attack, This Message Will Be Followed By A Message From Your Local Civilian Defense Authority Fuck, The Radio Doesn't Work Trouble Shooting Radios The Top 40…
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144821
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My eyes are wide open. I look like a graphic novel. My world is black and white. I’m poorly drawn. All sounds have an exclamation point.
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144852
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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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144820
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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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1448108
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One day, my feet and hands got into an argument. My feet argued that they were superior because they were not only the foundation of my body, but the cause of its mobility. They were modest in size, yet supported and transported an entire body that towered over them.…
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144832
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We were talking in the dark in my room. He lay on a mattress on the floor. He came for a sleepover.
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144800
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We trade broken phrases of English, Arabic...
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144832
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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144875
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This late November day there are too many leaves filling the yard.
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14481310
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This time the bag's bigger/than the boy and the door.
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144811
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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1448105
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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144887
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144811
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Andrew had learned the art of being a chameleon at school where his school uniform provided an exoskeleton. Beneath was no costume, just the fragile skin of adolescent ego.
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144853
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“There is a fine line between love and hatred.” This was what his closest friend, Bob Sanders, had said to him many years ago. And it had finally and irrevocably proven to be so.
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144766
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It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.
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144753
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Seeking your will, instead we found, somehow, a clutch of our own documents;
folded under a rubber band gone to rot,
muddy strands nestled in the creases.
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144786
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At some point we all reach the end point/
of something. Something important/
if only to our fragile self esteem.
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144773
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I experience a presence when walking through the forest . . .
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144733
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The idea of an infinite textual universe occurs in many places in the works of Jorge Luis Borges. The contexts and permutations of language, which others had held to be perhaps infinite (allowing themselves to use such an imprecise term), that…
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144755
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It's been a bad year, People dying. Some too close to home, Some too far away. I cry down to you, In your casket, and think you might sit up. You were not sick You went in just a moment, Looking stunning and alive. Not…
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144741
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Miracles don’t happen to the poor.
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144700
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I play in the dirt with cattle bones
while Mother rattles the sky.
She tells me I have my fathers eyes.
The words come through bloody fissures in her lips.
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