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“Guys, who would you rather live with.... Mom... or Dad.”
His younger siblings giggled in shock, not that they hadn’t thought about it... apparently.
"You know I'm right here..." I joked, waving at them.
“I’d rather live with mom.” the question-a
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"Mama skipped the training bras and just gave me her old bras. I'll be 25 before I can wear her old bras..."
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Snow fell against the windows casting shadows that danced like fireflies or flame—he couldn’t make out which for sure. He’d tumbled and bounced from balcony to balcony, the snow calming with the winds and gently falling, now.
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Floating along the ebbs of the ocean,toward the horizon, where time has no say,an end that will never be reached.
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Would we have been satisfied with a humble butter sculpture of a cow in 1960? Puh-lease! Would Parisians of the Impressionist era swoon over a big-eyed child picture?
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A dying man I'll wake, before the dawn; A dying man I'll wake, before the dawn May come and send me far away to sleep. May, come and send me far away to sleep; Before the dawn I'll wake, a dying man: Come, send me far to sleep, May, and away. …
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An excellent plan. Just like old times.
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I remember when I first came to California, I heard a mockingbird sitting in a tree, calling out in the names of other birds. It was down in L.A. I was staying at my brother's house in San Gabriel and driving in every day to the campus at UCLA to go to s
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The gate squeaked, the gravel shuffled and the letterbox clattered as February 14th's mail cascaded to the ground.
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Metropolitan I. Atlantic harbinger of this our swaddled dawn: Mistaking moon's sea sweep for this the frown The sky's plain-countenanced creatures maytimes weep Upon the surface-sundown of our lawn, When gaily surfaced for…
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It is a misdemeanor to fart in NYC churches.
In 1857, toilet paper was invented by a man living in NYC.
No one knows how long it took for the idea to fan out from there.
God only knows why it took so long,
or why NYC was at the epicenter of it all
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—You know, Angelique, said Elaine Aster, dabbing her lips with a napkin, I’ve opened a new gallery in Paris.
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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I saw three kids the other day, two girls and a boy, crouched in conspiracy
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’m sure they have their/
cleverest working on it, though.
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Franz Kafka opens the refrigerator
And removes a bowl of jello
With the face of Bella Abzug in it
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a half-moon hung straight up and down
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...when the doctor scrapes the baby out, he cuts out all the things that make babies, too...
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The line weights are spot on/
and the snap of lines is textbook/
for a discipline that died with AutoCad
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From Faud POV 2 or 3...... Faud ......... The stillness and the silence inside the chamber had grown imperceptibly hypnotic, and the first indication that anything was imminent was a click on the outside of the double door that stood in for a starter's pistol…
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—Well, are you having an affair with Jack Mahler?
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Describe my origami, the shape of a gun or a limp dick, or maybe a flower.
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Agents I have little idea. Woiwode partly supported his family in the 60s by publishing in The NYer (his friends were De Niro and Barthelme) so perhaps there was little trouble in his finding one. E.W. met his at a bar. He publishes in Paris and Texas.
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A subway train rumbled through the underground and she actually felt it slither under her feet. Her gaze lingered for a moment on the desiccated leaves and the small rectangle of blue cardboard the blustery wind had wedged between the gargoyle's talons.
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...bush tail beside him his closest comfort next to the genes...
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The sad march goes ever on. It stretches endlessly over an eternity of painful hills, as unnatural as lumps under the skin, into the deserted broken down streets, the forgotten unprotected alleyways, always adding more and more lost children to…
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Death.
That which lays all men equal in the eyes of the earth.
Their is one for each of us, a unique snowflake of demise tailor made for every organism that persists in this convoluted game of life.
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Incidents intensified. The Dead appeared in twos and threes at shopping mall and Wal-Mart parking lots.
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