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Take 1. The Love Letter to an Unspoken Name Well we're beyond our appointed Moment now. We must step On what's left, alone, but That begs some explanation to These days that pinball between Stars and to the sad dreamers…
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They called him “Albert, the Human Armadillo,” and he was. Rows of hard scales ran down the course of his chest, and he was studied and biopsied by doctor after doctor. “Psoriasis,” they said. “Or, eczema.” They prescribed ointments and oils that left him
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He invited her in for a Martini and she graciously accepted.
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She positioned the mouse cursor over the word Bikini and double clicked. The hard drive of the ageing work PC chugged into life as an Excel document dragged itself onto the screen.
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7 — IT'S HARD TO HAVE FRIENDS WHEN YOU'VE NEVER HAD ANY AND ARE STILL FUCKING WHINING ABOUT IT — Once he learned he didn't “bring anything to the table,” Worthless Veikass hit on the notion of [...]
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Tomiko did not feel lost. Although she struggled to understand what was going on around her, she knew where she wanted to go.
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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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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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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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We entered the castle at dawn. The dim light feebly illumined an array of antiques and medieval weapons. Bats dangled from the high vaulted ceiling, enfolded in membranous wings. What were once chandeliers radiating light were encrusted with webs and the ancient wax…
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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for the moment/
you think you know what you’re/
doing and do it.
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You can't always be everything
you were expected to be
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"Sometimes things just don’t go as planned. It doesn’t mean anyone is to blame - It just is."
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my love for you/ is like the falling snow
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A dead deer on the side of the road and the older boys not listening to her as they stab its eye with a stick.
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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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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There is a roofer straddling part of our house, pushing shingles off of our roof with the edge of a shovel. …. I've thought seriously, at times, about becoming a nurse. Seeing your mother in a hospital bed, hooked up to a tube, more than one, too…
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I am i said pursued by the feeling of being watched.You are she said -- by yourself. As in a dream, a dream you know you're dreaming. Which changes nothing.We are she said watching from the mezzanine, half-above, at once a part and apart.
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A baseball bat a large pipe a hammer and axe
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Azure took the paper and read it herself. She wondered about those four mysterious beings that communicated with her.
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I learned how to fall in love, in one hour, watching The Waltons. John Boy fell in love with Jenny. Jenny fell in love with John Boy. It taught me the right way to fall in love. It taught me the right way to let love go. I was 12 years old. It was a lesson I…
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people keep trying to get me/ "out of the house"./ they see fun in me, and cool in me,/ and want to spend time with me,/ and i am flattered most sincerely./
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another lonely drone holding still
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I am confused by your new paper-doll look, btw. Could you please look regular again by Thursday?
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Everything is bound to change like / a damsel to the tracks.
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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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Last night we slept with books in the bed.
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