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She wore no bra. As she jammed the truck into park and pushed against the heavy door, he saw the points of her nipples against her dress. Ice filled his belly, the most beautiful pink-colored ice.
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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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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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The rain is filling up my shoes,
I can’t see
through my glasses,
Rain all inside me.
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On the coldest day of the year, the weather man walks back from the measurement booth across a snowed-over plain, solid as cement and tinted with the pale yellow glow of the northern lights.
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the sun is quiet like the mountains,
the birds except for their wings
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Ey’, it’s where I followed him down
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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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politics only add to assault and distract
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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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THE BOOK YOU'LL NEVER READ CONTENTS This Is Not A Test In The Event Of A Nuclear Attack, This Message Will Be Followed By A Message From Your Local Civilian Defense Authority Fuck, The Radio Doesn't Work Trouble Shooting Radios The Top 40…
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we were traveling on wasn't necessarily going to go careening over any hill as fast as it was smashing into the blunt end of another cloudless hole like a cartoon cat chasing a cartoon mouse. It was huge like a stone wall that had its own…
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Rises monstrous out of the Baltoro GlacierPlaying poker with oxygen levelsPlays leap frog with embolisms.Malice and vanity join forces somurder guns the air even beforethe Death Zone. Down suits, bold and cockyregisters the climber's ambitions. The Serac , a…
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INSTRUCTIONS: To all students, please address your index card: "To the Finder of this Balloon." Beneath that, write something that will encourage the finder to email you back. Then tape the index card to your balloon's string.Happy Ballooning! To the Finder…
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Let me swim into your eyes. Let me show you my world. My album. My Albania. My albumen.
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I want the luxury of hearing other people who disagree with me tell me why I’m an asshole!
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No excerpts for you. Next!
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HORDES OF MEN desolated, struck down, destroyed, sunken form of skin and skeleton, bare cloth matted to torso, bodycage and hipbone, face and neck darkened, bloating to black, rain the endless dream stuck fast in the stone-dead skull and blood a fine sheen over all,…
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It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
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Ten-year-old Bobby Akins learned that a shotgun shell struck on its brass end with a hammer can indeed take out the left eye of an eight-year-old brother observing the proceedings close by.
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Maybe it might be best to, you know, have less frequent meetings.
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Let me guess. You're reading this because it's dark or there's no surf or you're at work dreaming about surf or you're broken in some way that prevents you from surfing. If I'm right, you depraved little human, then you have come to the right place. Here we…
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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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The increasingly furrowed lines on his forehead made her stomach clench.
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One could count fifty moons hanging in the sky, in rows and columns of smaller skies.
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in a willow garden lush shade/drapes dark the young woman's small house/with the lone window, the white door . . .
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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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- Never in pain and distance -
Frown on these moments,
With bitterness and vain
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