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A dead deer on the side of the road and the older boys not listening to her as they stab its eye with a stick.
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Describe my origami, the shape of a gun or a limp dick, or maybe a flower.
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1. Research how to locate and outline the chin of a toy terrier. Find a toy terrier, outline its chin, then count the hairs on said chin to determine the number of lines your poem will have.
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He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
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Q:What made you want to be a person who rides a train?
A:As soon as I learned there was such a thing, I wanted to be one.
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In the end nothing could bring him back because I tried. All those weeks and months, yet all I have left are the tears and memories. He said when he asked the final questions to those in charge he was confused.
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You don't have to push back so hard. We wore our hair long. We wanted the animals to trust us in their wild open spaces. Everything will come undone. We wore our hair long because we wanted to Be able to find our way home in the dark…
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Boil (n.)––1. Pus-filled pustule inflammation of the skin, usually painful. 2. Slang boiled pus, bucket of (n. phrase)“Your asshole brain is a bucket of boiled pus.” (see also pus, SCOTTISH derogatory term for face.
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a dim wood-paneled stair leading to the ladies’ rooms, candle-lit.
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Azure took the paper and read it herself. She wondered about those four mysterious beings that communicated with her.
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Cat summoned for jury duty in Boston
Wayward hawk loose inside Library of Congress finally caught
(God only knows what happened to the doves)
Vacaville roof collapse blamed on bird droppings
These are a few of my favorite things
Piano mysterio
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There are stranded people just like us, that's Not necessarily what I'm looking for. Negativity won't pull us through the Barbed-wire halls of hate. And even if I Was the only one, I wouldn't want you To look any different in the mirror. I'm older …
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Empire America
The year is 1929, New York City. Two hundred years ago the American Revolution failed, its founding fathers put on trial and executed for crimes against the crown. Now, as the Great World War rages without end, the American colonies of G
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For weeks I hadn’t been able to think straight, waiting to lay vision on those majestic, swooning breasts.
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ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
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Rachel Stevens is an attractive woman I notice her long fair skinned legs and think that She must wear sun block to live in Arizona And have skirts like that. Today she invites me inside, She says she has a light bulb for me to change — up high. In a friendly…
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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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This had the unintentional effect of me picturing her in a tight white top and tiny orange shorts. From up close like this, I had clearly misjudged her earlier. She could definitely be more than the quirky best friend in my movie.
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This was not the bar that the artist usually frequented.
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1I'VE BEEN looking though books of paintings and I've been thinking …
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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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There is a roofer straddling part of our house, pushing shingles off of our roof with the edge of a shovel. …. I've thought seriously, at times, about becoming a nurse. Seeing your mother in a hospital bed, hooked up to a tube, more than one, too…
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I advertised in the local paper for a model.
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It's 2am. The wind is moving at speed, whipping gently the tree branches, and their leaves rustle simultaneously to create a audible sound, like hands flipping through sheets of paper, or that feeling you get on your fingertips when going across a textured surface. I'm…
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“Maybe you should consider dating your terrorist,” my dad said to me. “Most terrorists, I think their problem is they can’t get a date. "
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A sequelae to Dostoevsky's renowned liver disorder presents itself to a new age.
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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They have their own homes to fill with bought and sold dreams. Their own babies to care for and feed. The world is big enough to have more layers than you can ever imagine. The lights will show you a way when you have turned too dark for your own…
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