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Amanda Palmer's explaining the eyebrow thing. An altercation with someone at Roadrunner, or maybe old boyfriend shit to burn— She's animated but he's losing signal, filling in the blanks himself. Whatever, it won't light at first, and then WHUMP and she…
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you'd do him more of a favor to kill him, than place upon him the burden of such an abrupt change in travel plans.
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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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"It was one kiss. No tongue. What does that even mean?" Lindley tried to see Leah as any other patient, "What do you want it to mean?" "I don't know," Leah whined, tears welling, "something, maybe. You know I hate surprises." Her sister was not another…
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Compartments trickle together/
in light diffuse and unreliable./
Fortify yourself against the day.
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139587
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He invited her in for a Martini and she graciously accepted.
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Have you ever seen anyone die? It will alter your life. Because you suddenly realize that anxiety was worth something after all, and was a coin of the human condition, imprinted with hectic symbols, some of which resemble cypress, others more like Frankenstein:…
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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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Whenever trees or limbs fell in isolate forests—well, no narrators were ever to be found, not even beneath the larger tree trunks or under the fallen limbs.
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The Tea Party member was married but cuter. He worked as a caulker, a tub and basin man.
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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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Would we have been satisfied with a humble butter sculpture of a cow in 1960? Puh-lease! Would Parisians of the Impressionist era swoon over a big-eyed child picture?
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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sentinels in a frost-blackened field
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i saw a sign and it read A PERSON THAT IS MEAN TO THE WAITER IS A MEAN PERSON i thought of you with your high cheekbones, the sense of entitlement unparalleled, the superiority complex that hid much you had a gig and it had probably…
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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Maybe it might be best to, you know, have less frequent meetings.
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Daddy says he needs to go to the movies at night to relieve his stress, so Momma wakes us up, puts coats over our pajamas, leads us to the car ...
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sprang straight up to their full galloping heights roaming over your hills like constantly shifting eyes, your strange approximated illuminating hair like ghosts giving birth to a tender smell of green sea foam. This was all I saw, but it was quite…
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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Monday will come soon enough to get/
what needs to be done, done.
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139442
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I give you the rattle of the rattlesnake. I give you a daub of creosote. I give you the metaphysics of glue.
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You left paint and blood smeared on the wall.
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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139444
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Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.
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When he leans back from the telescope through which he had been looking, he sports a derby and a Hercule Poirot moustache.
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