1502 3 2
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...he was suddenly and hazily relieved that he had something in Persepolis and blue agave plants to talk to her about.
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150285
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Perhaps my grandparents, Fred and Lela, when they were growing up....
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150221
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I came to a field where, scattered around, were quite a few men digging holes
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150200
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I play in the dirt with cattle bones
while Mother rattles the sky.
She tells me I have my fathers eyes.
The words come through bloody fissures in her lips.
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150211
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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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150231
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the vigilance that informs a parent's every hour had momentarily lapsed
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150232
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Kerryn saved us from ourselves really. Would you be reading this had she eaten it?
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150221
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When people drastically change everything about themselves repeatedly, don't they eventually just end up alienating everyone?
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150141
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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150164
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The heart would have unnatural reverence, exalted, bursting with evil, rolling in sloth, if it did not at once reveal its innocence. I saw you again, on the morning of the sun. It was you, or your double, or a son you might have had. Your beautiful bloo
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150141
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You can't always be everything
you were expected to be
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150144
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The bartender kept looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar. “Everyone in Hollywood is an actor,” Doc said.
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150132
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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150121
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He and she are fucking while I watch. She's moaning deep desire and he's pounding flesh into flesh. I'm fully clothed, eyes attune to their fornication, studying. He comes inside of her; their bodies stiffen and then wriggle against one another. …
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15011010
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I told her I didn't love her. She said love wasn't important; she wanted to marry a man she could respect.
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150120
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Half past six; already, through the gloom Saltwater flourish sifts from wharfs that ply Their play like girls that haunt the midnight's womb, As far it seems as walks of Barbary. Within the bar, French waitresses and sots Play dice with time awhile and rub…
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150101
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Laurel's new bike is powder blue, with silver tassels on the handle bars. Jenny's mouth actually waters at the sight of it, as though it were a fresh loaf of bread or a perfect, juicy orange. “You can ride it if you want,” Laurel…
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150123
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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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1501177
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...bush tail beside him his closest comfort next to the genes...
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150000
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"They don't know how this formed or how it got to where it is today. What we do know is that it's not going to last forever." Said Edward McCabe to his daughter who hadn't learned to talk but communicated with her father through her agreement or disagreem
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150043
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Desert Storm, an Infrared Dream/Poem by the late David Avidan
On January 17, 1991 I woke up at 02:45 from a neo-surreal dream with a slight not very serious feeling of suffocation a pre-asthma attack instantly stifled with the inhalation of Ventolin an
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150042
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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150000
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I pat my pocket to make sure everything’s in order; a Starbucks blueberry scone to sustain me, a $50 Brooks Brothers gift card from my in-laws, and my “piece”–a fully-charged BlackBerry handheld device.
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150000
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Holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped in a tissue in one hand, a round shape that balances the round yellow burst of light that is her dress. While the flesh of her chest bulges forward and she balances as though in a holding pattern in flight.
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15001413
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Frenchie hustled waffle irons.
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150042
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The ambient sound wheezes on.
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150087
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He invited her in for a Martini and she graciously accepted.
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150042
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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…
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150053
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The mother, a pony-tailed beauty, thinks she looks fat in her
new blue-checked pedal pushers and white blouse tied
under her full breasts— in the latest style.
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149941
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It was one of those sweltering afternoons that San Diego endures only several times a summer. I'm riding on El Cajon Boulevard, with my friend John in his old Chevy pickup. John is a lifelong San Diego resident and fanatical Charger backer. He's talking up some…
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