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Roanne, just out of jail, went to cop. That is, she went to beg fat little Freddy the dopeman to front her once more. She'd have to fuck Freddy, of course, but, well, maybe he'd wait until after this time. Likely not…
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The poet could not speak of himself
but only of the gradations leading toward
him and away. ~ Mark Strand
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He bought damaged and used sex dolls online.
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The last chick in the nest
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and, under foot,//
dark caves waiting/
with their unseen pigments/
adorning forgotten walls.
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Fat Patty sniffs the delicate waft of peat and sidles over, proffering a grope in exchange for a few wet-lipped swigs. Hell yes.
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ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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You left paint and blood smeared on the wall.
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All the things that are his.
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Maybe they considered themselves beyond redemption, or maybe they couldn't sit for that long.
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...the relatives didn't seem nearly as fucked up as she thought they would be considering...
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“The window is a much better place to read,” she said.I wasn't aware she was talking to me, at first. In my typical manner, I was thinking about far off possibilities and realities completely detached from my own. Yet, here she was, a far off…
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“What. Is. That?” Sid asked, staring at the shaggy ball of fur sitting in the living room. Its tongue hung out of its mouth and its tail beat against the carpet.“This is Ranger,” his mom said. “I don't know what breed he is, but he's a sweetie…
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I'm gonna write about this after...It'll either be a tale of pain or pleasure hopefully the latterI don't understand how this workswhy sometimes I want to hide from myself other times I can just give in, fully,and everything isohsoheightenedI want it to be beautifuland…
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leaves, starlings and other words fall into thickets of orange or green grasses or tendrils or snakes
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Grayson Warren is living the American Dream: a 15-year career as a city cop, a great wife and two kids. And then one day his dream turns into a nightmare.
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While watching the ever-present crowds
passing by on my insides, I noticed,
by accident, a man smiling
who might have been me, not sure.
Maybe I’m eating soap
for the first time, because I am
either frothing or foaming
at the mouth.
An
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Ben had us over, me and him and his boy, Benji, to look at the supernova. Ben was always coming up with these things with the telescope. Jupiter's moons, Saturn's rings. On his wedding night he made everybody stop dancing and run out to the golf course so he could show us…
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He invited her in for a Martini and she graciously accepted.
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This was not the bar that the artist usually frequented.
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—Strip down to your shorts. Put on this gown, open to the rear.
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When I was younger, I tried very hard to be myself, but it never worked. I'd close my eyes, wait a beat, open them and slowly bring them into focus. This is the new me, the only me. Never worked, not once. It could only last a minute or two, so I…
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Jane knew what to do
when she heard murmurs in the ceiling,
knew what to do when she struck out on the moor.
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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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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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a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single
ticket
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