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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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1498109
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My student assistant was a comely young woman. A freckle faced blonde. She was from Ohio.
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149811
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1. On the morning of her eighteenth birthday, Eve woke to find herself transformed into a gigantic chess piece made of zeros and ones.2. Eve gazed so long at her smartphone that she found herself falling into it.3. She fell for a time that may have been short or long or…
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1498158
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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149811
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I dream about the boy in The Neverending Story, the gate of mirrors, and the Nothing, a dark cloud that floats in the sky, takes away everything.
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149883
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goes on and on. Like it's a sad mad season on Mars, well it isn't, is it? Sometimes I have towonder whatever happenedto us, to make us forget how well we already know how tosing as good as any larks do? I have never wantedto drown, but I've…
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149800
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“Okay,” I say, “but my point is the only way you’d ever know if someone really loved you is if they put their life on the line when it counts. Otherwise you gotta take their word for it.”
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149833
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The leaves/
seek reunion with the ground//
and leave the oak tree naked/
in December’s cold.
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149831
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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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149898
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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149733
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The cover features Lincoln as a woman. Lincoln as a woman is not a thing of beauty.
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1497105
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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149730
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Maybe it might be best to, you know, have less frequent meetings.
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149732
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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1497165
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As the music concludes, I'm finally in control of my emotions . . .
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149740
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There are songs I know to not listen to when I am alone.
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149710
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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149723
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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149773
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They called him “Albert, the Human Armadillo,” and he was. Rows of hard scales ran down the course of his chest, and he was studied and biopsied by doctor after doctor. “Psoriasis,” they said. “Or, eczema.” They prescribed ointments and oils that left him
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149742
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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…
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149711
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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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149755
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I'm not sure whetherI drink to numbthe pain or toactually feelsomething.
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149743
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The first of the fires that started by the river in the abandoned mills were so hot they burned white and pale blue
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149661
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149687
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Reading at Menlo Park Senior Center,
old people falling asleep leaning to the left in their chairs,
all in the same direction.
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149653
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1496107
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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149631
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No excerpts for you. Next!
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149683
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After oh so many hours
the eyes could only close
only to view a Ritz cracker
marching on a nose
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