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the last, best//
analgesic--/
guaranteed
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sentinels in a frost-blackened field
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1393107
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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139351
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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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1393179
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In the next week or two, the red oak/
will loose and lose its leaves
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139311
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Like a distant memory of past expectations
I wander through past journeys, delineations
chew on the fresh air like a discontented Wordsworth
now free, free to roam where I will..
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139394
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When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal
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139342
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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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139387
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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139330
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Maybe it might be best to, you know, have less frequent meetings.
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1393125
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Monday will come soon enough to get/
what needs to be done, done.
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139354
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I find myself in an unfamiliar restaurant, its cuisine an uncomfortable pastiche of Croatian, Burmese, Jamaican and leftovers of long ago Sunday dinners in a small New England town.
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1393910
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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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1393179
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let’s press our words into the clay/
in language so completely dead/
we have to re-imagine it.
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139332
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What do you want me to tell you about this next full moon cycle that you don't already intuitively seem to have touched upon in your latest bout of almost there dreams? It too will pass? That it is a totally different unfair animal from the repellent one already…
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139364
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You left paint and blood smeared on the wall.
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Some fiftysomething woman with a small dog in her arms was waiting for him, backstage. Security hadn't succeeded in restraining her. Strange.
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139310
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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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139232
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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The spectacle of weather/
on the prairies approaches.
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139220
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Stay tuned for my next short - Candle Smoke Wishes - COMING SOON ON A MONITOR NEAR YOU!!
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139200
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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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139220
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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139252
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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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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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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139211
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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139284
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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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139242
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Years ago, I was involved in a freakish tragedy so startling and heartbreaking that it made the front page of not only my local newspaper, but “People” and “The National Enquirer.” I'm not going to tell you anything about it. This means that…
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