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I'll still want the blinds open
and the lights on,
to see the papier-mache of our flesh
fighting death away to the century mark,
even if you only want to live until
a ripe eighty-two.
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There are songs I know to not listen to when I am alone.
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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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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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153120
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Overnight Robbie had lost his youth. But since he was still only nine and his arm looked like a nine-year-old's arm, people didn't notice much at first, until he tried running. Or if he was introduced, and they went to shake his hand. He immediately lea
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...to know they are not alone
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153051
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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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Fat Patty sniffs the delicate waft of peat and sidles over, proffering a grope in exchange for a few wet-lipped swigs. Hell yes.
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153010
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It's saying, "It feels as if you've given me your old, your tired and your poor. I feel much older than the years you've logged."
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153052
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The increasingly furrowed lines on his forehead made her stomach clench.
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153064
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The dead want you to calm down.They are quite fine, and don't needyour post-mortem tears, the flowers and veils; their names mispronounced by preachers. None of your catechisms will do -- especiallyfor the children, who know them well and need no…
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One could count fifty moons hanging in the sky, in rows and columns of smaller skies.
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Removing the deeply embedded jack-blade frommy naked side, like any slicked-upsplinter, was just a bit jarring on the first bite, on first try, I must admit. I freelydo so now to your frozen-over faces. You made your…
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Downtown Milwaukee My feet are exposed, never been out in public even out here— …
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My mother gave her all to convince him to be a politician. My sister begged on bleeding knees for him to give her head. I just needed somebody to help me find things.
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...the relatives didn't seem nearly as fucked up as she thought they would be considering...
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The trouble with alarm clocks is naturally that they are miserable. And their curse is that their misery is useful: we employ them because we want to get away from them. But we would never have one as a friend.
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In my 14 to 15 year old life in the late 50s I worked as a clean-up boy in the neighborhood butcher shop up on 5th. Ave.,
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I'm gonna write about this after...It'll either be a tale of pain or pleasure hopefully the latterI don't understand how this workswhy sometimes I want to hide from myself other times I can just give in, fully,and everything isohsoheightenedI want it to be beautifuland…
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153000
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"Oh — what is this 'work' thing the philosophers speak of" sort of thing.
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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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152921
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Sit down at night and stare into the fire. Consider if Cupid is just another liar.
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So many dreams I need to visit, though
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1529179
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In the next week or two, the red oak/
will loose and lose its leaves
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152986
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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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152900
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Hits start, enters numbers, runs the program / Does this again one hundred times / Then takes a break
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Compartments trickle together/
in light diffuse and unreliable./
Fortify yourself against the day.
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About three dozen people, the doctor told him, dwelt in the small village until there had been a dry spell—a drought the likes of which no one in the region had ever seen before. Theories abounded as to the cause of the drought as theories do: a curse by
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