1351 5 4
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Johnny and Dee Dee Ramone crack open
an Old Bushmill’s and offer John Huston a pull.
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135041
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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135031
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Esmée sat alone at a table on the terrace at Marina Jack’s in Sarasota. She had been there ten minutes and no waitress had approached her.
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135041
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No matter how bad his hair turned out or how avocado shaped one of those miscreants could make his head look, he would remain silent.
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1350107
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My blood has turned to flour I've been in Babylon too long My heart was singed by fire But it's drowning in my song We raised a prayer to Mary We had to take our share We took our places in the ferry But we didn't pay the fare And we don't know…
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135052
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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135000
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I was sleeping in a pile of teenage bodies soft limb spread over soft thin limb.
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135085
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The problem with drinking gin in the desert is that eventually there is no more gin but the desert is still there.
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135032
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Artie Shaw gave Ava Gardner a reading list in preparation for their honeymoon that included The Brothers Karamazov, The Origin of the Species, Das Kapital and The Magic Mountain.
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135043
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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135011
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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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135031
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She's an obese woman whose clothes don't fit: shirts that ride up too high her belly hanging out her pants suctioned to her strangely pegged legs. Her ballooned cheeks are always chapped pink her lips little slivers peeled back over small beige teeth like…
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1350105
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If I could say only one thing more to Tony who died a month ago, there is one thing I could find to say
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135077
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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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134920
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He had a lean build, except, remarkably, his midsection was perfectly barrel-like. As if he kept an alien lifeform in his belly, cultivated by years of Pabst and Yuengling transfusions.
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134986
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The first inkling that I might be in love with Josie came at our high school senior day outing at, oh, what's its name, state park. I forgot, but it doesn't matter. She smiled, did a little wave and stepped away from her friends, lifted her sundress a little to keep it dry,…
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134962
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Your brother is not really blind.
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134931
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There is a the reason for the theft of people and the melting of gold
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134974
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The marble, it's just there.
I can't explain
how it got there
(or when),
all I know
is that everything
is in that marble.
By "everything,"
I mean every
thing. Your breakfast?
It's there.
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134910
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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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134943
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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.
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134952
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The manicured lawn rolls down either side of the knoll, punctuated with flat granite plaques, the occasional bouquet of cut flowers, a smattering of faded eight-inch American flags.
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134921
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Under a conspiratorial moon… the shovel my silent partner… organ-less torso to the worms.
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134900
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He rolls in unbidden across the stubble fields /
Old acquaintance astride a newly booming cloud/
Under sky an alien shade of strawberries whipped/
Her watch stops ticking out the rest of her/
scheduled breathing poses
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134900
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Your father, his father, and his before that, your mother, her mother, and all the way back have kept a tradition by chance or by will to each have a baby (or several) until…
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134911
|
It matters little who thought of it first, what mattered was the schism. Or, to be more accurate, those on the opposite sides of the schism. And, of course, you are a part of this, dear reader. You are of one side or the other.
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134911
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The Bird King is trapped behind the mirrors. Sometimes you'll see a hand, a wing, fluttering in a dark space. You may even see his breath, a pulse of mist in a corner of the glass. But don't ever smash his silvered prison. Don't ever let him out and into the world.*****O…
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134950
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Flicking the cigarette into the river the man's face becomes soft, as if waving goodbye to the only real attachment that he has felt in decades.
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134832
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[VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.]
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134822
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Later, my daughter told me that she hadn't been scared because as I lay on the ground unconscious I continued to laugh, gradually relaxing into a big smile as I came around a minute later.
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