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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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1437179
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In the next week or two, the red oak/
will loose and lose its leaves
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143732
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today on the bus/ a man in his fifties/ smiled at a baby/
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143733
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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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143763
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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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143710
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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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143731
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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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143799
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It’s layer VII we adore/
and mourn
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143762
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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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143742
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In the summer of 1963 I went to Philadelphia to study with a member of the Philadelphia Orchestra.
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143732
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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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143786
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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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143711
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I knew we were going to fail. The night we met, when we got out of the car, I dropped my green glove in that puddle, you picked it up but it was ruined. That set the precedent for our whole life together. You can't look at me anymore. My cigarette…
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143764
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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143733
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OhYou like quiet nights in?I do tooBut we might not get alongbecauseOnly part of youwants silence
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143610
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in her bedroom, opening night of his solo show she is snapping her nylons to center the seam stretching from her toes to where the line disappears into the hem of her dress.
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143655
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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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143611
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*Must have excellent communication skills and be able to talk pretty good.
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143698
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It's as if the house knew I was relinquishing my hold on it.
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143695
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He kept
saying how my old scars
excited him to new truths
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143633
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The idea of an infinite textual universe occurs in many places in the works of Jorge Luis Borges. The contexts and permutations of language, which others had held to be perhaps infinite (allowing themselves to use such an imprecise term), that…
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143673
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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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143600
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When his mother was all dressed up on New Year’s Eve, and his father, even thought they had tickets for the dance, announced to her he wasn’t going to go, Johnny had gone into his room, put on a white shirt, a dark suit, his dress shoes, and a clip-o
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143620
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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143621
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Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them
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143665
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I can do the hot coals, no problem.
Or, your love, eyes closed.
Or your sneer, spank,
suffering, resentment, rejection.
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143574
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these tender girls tears recent / with stained souls, brides of dead, / cadaverous Erebus; unguarded ladder / long the down going…came Anticlea then
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1435105
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an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
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143552
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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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The young boy woke to the sound of laughter. He blinked himself out of deep sleep and allowed…
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