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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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141265
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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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141240
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There are songs I know to not listen to when I am alone.
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141210
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"Maybe…" he began searching for some comforting wisdom. "Maybe it's like this. Husbands live for their wives. Mothers live for their children. And children...well...until they're husbands or wives, they live for themselves."
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141231
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I just amuse myself by buying old guns and refurbishing them in my basement as I listen to old Bohemian polkas on cassettes.
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141276
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Maybe it was a trick of the gloom.
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1412108
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The first night I met her we slow danced to George Strait songs for most of the evening and when we took a break, our talking went warm and well as we sat eating hot dogs and sipping beers until she dropped a couple of bombs, first, telling me she was married and then, that…
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141263
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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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141262
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We’re going to talk about our future like the Rick Dees Weekly Top 40. Like there are 40 great songs this week about our future.
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141200
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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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141210
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Sometimes, to be sad, you don't need tears.
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141211
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You’re listening to Smooth FM, taking you from the darkest hours to the start of a brand new day.
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14121711
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...when they entered eager lungs hungry from deep and sweaty love
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141211
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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141210
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I leapt up to retaliate when the clang of a distant door quieted my retesance. Shit, why am I so popular? I guess it was my turn to be thrown around like the guy in the Hotdog suit on the corner... Don't shoot the "Hotdog" guy... Please, please don't
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141243
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In the end nothing could bring him back because I tried. All those weeks and months, yet all I have left are the tears and memories. He said when he asked the final questions to those in charge he was confused.
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141211
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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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141197
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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141131
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Esmée sat alone at a table on the terrace at Marina Jack’s in Sarasota. She had been there ten minutes and no waitress had approached her.
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141163
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so many bills to pay
the list keeps shedding its skin like a snake
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141143
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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141100
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Early in the morning
I wanted to send you something
for when you wake;
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141123
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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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141052
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Not to...Witness such sufferingWatch as a life fades awayReceive the callAttend this funeralBe surrounded by well meaning family and friendsStand by helplessly as my father sobs in his brother's armsNotice the pain settle in my brother's eyesSee my grandparents' tortured,…
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141021
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"Haven't you ever had some little thing you would rather everyone just left you alone about? I don't like to have my picture taken. Please don't ask me again."
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141095
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I never meant to shipwreck you,
I didn't even know I was singing out loud.
I just stood on my rock a little too boldly,
and hummed a tune you wanted to hear.
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141030
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Maybe it might be best to, you know, have less frequent meetings.
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141063
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In that time when the trunk was getting cleared out and when it became only the empty shell of what had once been so important, many things hit the match. She burned an old black negligee, a picture competing with the likes of a Vargas girl and other thin
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141011
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A mundane endeavor depicted as a quest. Try it, you'll like it!
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141032
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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