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they flew down the slopes
with her holding on
for all she was worth
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Kerryn saved us from ourselves really. Would you be reading this had she eaten it?
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"I see flashing bright bacteria floating in the air," he replied, not bothering to think about the words. "I see puffs of smoke issuing from inappropriate objects. Fingertips. Baby carrots. Furniture... Oh, Christ," he seethed, arching again. "Get me some
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A baseball bat a large pipe a hammer and axe
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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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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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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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Perhaps my grandparents, Fred and Lela, when they were growing up....
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Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them
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the epiphany at the mast at midnight is not the same at dawn
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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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When people drastically change everything about themselves repeatedly, don't they eventually just end up alienating everyone?
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...bush tail beside him his closest comfort next to the genes...
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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While Leif was still very young, his emotions were very easy to read, for they appeared on his parchment coloured skin, named in his mother's writing. When he was seventeen, Leif fell in love. She was a pretty maid, one of the college servants who kept his…
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Max sighed. Solving for x was boring, so mind numbingly boring that he didn't notice the flickering blue light hovering in his room. It crackled and popped, growing until a shimmering rectangle stretched from floor to ceiling.A hand pushed out from the rectangle, and a…
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...it was moving toward me from an oblique angle somewhere behind, steadily, relentlessly.
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“And what kind of man would prefer all these dusty old books to my physical form? Who would memorize archaic incantations, when he could be whispering in my ear? Why search for the ancient splendors of metaphor, when one could be searching for the ...
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The ambient sound wheezes on.
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You are in a car speeding through Dublin towards the West year after year the journey uncoils past the same landmarks Kilmainham Jail strapped to a chair bullet to the brain on by the Rowntree Mackintosh factory where the black and yellow and orange and r
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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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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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Today I’m feeling crabby and haggard and technology makes it easy to get to the point.
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Last night, in a tavern called Wits End, we dropped quarters into a console, sized and shaped like an old TV.
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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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he who laughs last is probably a dumbass fuck
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From the rumple of pre-dawn Queens, sure South on 95, to almost Savannah by dark; still cold, but we’re full of what’s coming:
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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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