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He invited her in for a Martini and she graciously accepted.
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153265
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Maybe they considered themselves beyond redemption, or maybe they couldn't sit for that long.
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1532107
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There were too many laws but not enough of the kinds she wanted. She wished for the right to go shopping. Then taste rather than disposable income or access to finance could distinguish people.
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153166
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Above our bellies we are beautiful women with luscious breasts. Where there is skin, believe me, it is flawless, irresistible. Most of us have long hair, but there are some among us who keep their heads close cropped for aerodynamic…
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1531108
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When you need a vacation...from everything.
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153141
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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153101
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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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153186
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It is the fragrance of decay/
as paint, polymers and dyes/
outgas molecules of themselves
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153197
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a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single
ticket
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153131
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There is a the reason for the theft of people and the melting of gold
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153142
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The rain is filling up my shoes,
I can’t see
through my glasses,
Rain all inside me.
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153155
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On the coldest day of the year, the weather man walks back from the measurement booth across a snowed-over plain, solid as cement and tinted with the pale yellow glow of the northern lights.
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1531105
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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153122
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As I fall to the ground I realize that in a few moments I will be experiencing a new kind of pain. The last pain. The last pain I will ever feel.
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153193
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Remembering his body makes me think of Egyptian cotton sheets dried in the sun. He smelled crisp and clean even after sweating hard. His hair fell in golden spirals down his cheeks, his back, over his forehead, and captured light just like the gilded halos on…
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153100
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I
A sparklerman zig-zagged across the skies, re-arranging stars in its path. How bright his stick-like and jaggy limbs twinkle, I noticed; even noticing my surprise. No longer 'simply sitting', I was.
'It is time' I mumbled. The room was melting, si
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153120
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I can’t deny you’re beautiful, though it’s unsure how many of your defects are fudged by my myopia.
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153110
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Wile E. Coyote? A junkie strung out on bunk dope.
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15311410
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Sitting together at Starbucks, we composed a long love letter which we've been mailing back and forth to each other, signing our name upon each receipt and returning it for the last nine months and it has grown to eighty seven pages, barely fitting in a shoe box.
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153120
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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153184
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The title of the overdue book returned to a public library in San Francisco 100 years after it had been checked out? Forty Minutes Late.(Readers Digest, 04/17)In 1999, Kathy McKeon, Jackie Kennedy's former assistant, went to a Halloween party dressed in a Marge Simpson…
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153132
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Kerryn saved us from ourselves really. Would you be reading this had she eaten it?
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The summer I turned fourteen I had a job babysitting our neighbor, Pam's three year old daughter, Annie, three nights a week while Pam was going to Junior College, but it was hardly work because, after I tucked Annie in to sleep, I just watched TV, sitting in Pam's den…
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153000
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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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153041
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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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153020
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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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153043
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Philosophy: a muscular exercise of throat, jaw, tongue, and brain.
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At 11 pm, it is 87 degrees and I sit in front of the air conditioner, eating oatmeal. The oats aren't soft enough, but it is sugary and fills me. Outside, the city hovers at the edge of a brown out, people sweating hopelessly inside small boxes. In Utah, it was cold…
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He couldn’t dredge up a single memory about the sex.
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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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