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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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It's as if the house knew I was relinquishing my hold on it.
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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The Intrepid Explorer recounts his travels for the benefit of subscribers to the Magazine of the Museum of Everything
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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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When I was young I bowed with such forgotten politeness, a young salesman, enchanting, in the silken trades. But I remembered the sun also when it was in Hades, which had forgotten to set, or to rise.
Peace, also, dangled there by the neck. Such a pre
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Under a conspiratorial moon… the shovel my silent partner… organ-less torso to the worms.
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say no / to me / and devastate me / and I will take it / as god's will / to drown me / in a vat / of my own / entrails
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“Well in opposite heaven every time you make scrambled eggs the shells break into a million pieces, then you spend eternity picking them out of the yolk.”
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At last, we learn if Blow has the cojones to fight.
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She loves you when your words leave her dirty, semi-transparent, at times, overexposed.
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I gave you two daughters.
I gave you four grandchildren.
I'm done.
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She is alone in the ocean
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His shirts he hangs on the back of the chair, one on top the other so they won't wrinkle.
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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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You’re listening to Smooth FM, taking you from the darkest hours to the start of a brand new day.
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He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
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Osama couldn’t see any reason he shouldn’t retire. No way he could top BP Oil in the Gulf or Pacific Gas & Electric in San Bruno.
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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Two women are escorted to the desert, where they are shackled to the ground. Who are they, what have the done, and will they survive?
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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“We are NOT starving!” I stated emphatically. “What ever gave you the idea that you are starving? Honestly, Annie, you are so melodramatic. You have food in front of you right now, don’t you?’ I said pointing to her plate of potatoes and so
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I wear boots over bare legs feigning ignorance
To the coming storms, the snow the ice the cold
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They were discussing reincarnation,
what animals they would come back as.
"I'd be a vole," Cranshaw said. Is a vole
even an animal? Connie asked.
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The four Grannies say, “GO!” and leap from the window. King's pickup is below, and he has lined the bed with his mother's throw pillows. Sundresses fly. Blue plastic diapers billow. They want cigarettes. I light their smokes with King's pearl-handled lighter as…
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Hey, Y'all! Like I told y'all, I checked myself into this what you call a “ facebook Rehab Clinic” up here just about 40 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana in a little town called Gulag. I quit MySpace and that got me a reduced rate. Things are…
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We’ve already agreed on a date when Jack posts some new pictures of himself. I have to swallow. Hard. In four days Jack’s become twenty years older!
On Thursday, a boyish thirty-something was smiling at me from my PC. This Monday I find myself stari
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