1375 7 6
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Up at the top, a quarter mile south, billows of black smoke crawled up the faint blue of the sky.
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137576
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Ross, I've been a ghost hunter for almost 10 years now and this is a place I said I WOULD NEVER NEVER EVER go to!
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1375107
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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137521
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I was feeling a bit introspective. I was busy in my own mind assembling the history of the place and getting ready for the visit. I was naturally not someone who would cluster up with a bunch of people I had just met and had arrived to participate in this
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137500
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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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137576
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Get comfortable with criticism
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137554
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137557
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It is claimed we choose/
conditions of our servitude.
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137500
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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137587
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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1375125
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Monday will come soon enough to get/
what needs to be done, done.
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137565
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how the world is constantlyrevolving her mirroredorbs around the roomlooking for someone tohypnotize, a goddesshell-bent on catching agoon to mortal with; andas you lie from behindyourself so shall she lie withyou. Now, do you reallywant my answer to…
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137500
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Behind the bellicose façade lay a soft, compassionate soul. He sat within a swirl of rosy twilight hues, buoyed by the gently creeping tide. A dark wall approached and he mechanically spun and began stroking into the glassy canvas of light and ocean that lay between him…
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1375910
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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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137555
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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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137540
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like old discarded snake skin,
dry and coarse after the bite...
immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.
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the lightning horse you never mounted in your inherited dream~wetter than the oceans you never traversed~will you ever ride pure abandon?
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1375118
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137565
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I found a diseased fish / wedged between some boulders near the pier
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137500
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To a tech-savvy millennial, the definition of progress is a hands-free blowjob, and the real number is not how many men you’ve been with but how many minutes you’ve made them wait.
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137511
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It matters little who thought of it first, what mattered was the schism. Or, to be more accurate, those on the opposite sides of the schism. And, of course, you are a part of this, dear reader. You are of one side or the other.
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13751910
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I can admire Falling Water
and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.
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137464
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just before my break,/ he came on the line,/ old and slow with computers now/ but wanting a discount/ he'd been told he qualified for.
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137432
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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137451
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“There are so few uses for Crisco, that to keep it in the house seems an unnecessary temptation,” said my health teacher.
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137400
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I traced the vein that rose in her temple when she got angry all the way along her body until it ashed out varicosely on her smooth calf.
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137431
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No excerpts for you. Next!
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13741312
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My wife, Sheila, inadvertently clicked my e-mail address, too, when she sent her reply back to him and I read her poet friend's message that her love opened the window of his heart and she replied that his words were knocks that opened the door to her being, then I stood…
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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