1055 8 7
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he wound up hating the woman he betrayed in his heart for betraying him in her body
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105542
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They continued sitting by the fake oasis, drinking single malt, eating soy crackers and chatting about the quality of escorts in glitzy glamping resorts. The Paring happened on number three. Just as the gold leafed chocolate fondant oozed decadent Bolivia
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105532
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I guess it was, you know, a daze thing: He, lightly drunk, turning red in parts of his head, in his cheeks mostly, and his chest, to which my eyes were drawn because of his v-neck douchebag shirt; and I, sleepy beyond belief, sustained like a zombie only
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105522
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Sky: Snows, turns dark. Street: Freezes. Remains on a hill. Traffic: None on this block. Two: Did I miss the bus? One: You either missed it, or it didn't come. Two: Hasn't come. One: One or the other. Which one? Two: I don't know; I asked you. One: I meant which…
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1055106
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The new theaters require C-4 poems
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105561
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Daddy comes home, calls us to his room, makes us stand in line, tells us to do it again...
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105500
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It is your hamsa that protects us,” the girl whispers to me.
“Then I shall give it to you,” I reply.
“No,” she says in the unselfish innocence of her youth. “It is yours and you must keep it.” I smile and kiss her dirty forehead. Eternity passes whil
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105510
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“Eat more bugs,” said an old one.
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105550
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Paulie opens the curtains in his bedsit to sunshine. And blue skies! He basks in it for a full minute, feeling the heat on his naked body.
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105500
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Oh, wait — loosen the ropes, you say? Sorry. Can't do that.
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105442
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No freebies. You want to read it, you have to read all of it.
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105454
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still curious of the taste of eggs
finally licking my plate
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105410
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Not really a story but a look at how we live
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105422
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Reading magazines this week, I learned that:Sally Field dislikes gefilte fish.(Vanity Fair, 3/16)Pornhub, an explicit-video-sharing site, gets 2.4 million visitors per HOUR. (Time, 4.11.16)There are 641 million obese people in the world today. (Time,…
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105422
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He will feast and die beneath the glaring gaze of the western sky, waiting patiently for what will come next
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105486
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They clog the skimmer basket/
and fill the small Polaris bag.
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105442
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105477
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Spring Squirrel Spring is here now A dead squirrel in the road Regrettably not Seasonal Surprise Inside warm spring rain Coiled up like Jack in the Box Resides a snow storm Bad Vibrations telephone shouting an…
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105440
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like old discarded snake skin,
dry and coarse after the bite...
immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.
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10541810
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The one thing I believe in is collapse./
Abandoned buildings collapse. Civilizations//
collapse. Financial bubbles collapse./
Stars and galaxies collapse. Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things.
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105400
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She found Matthew toward the back, cradling an urn with a tasteful black and gold pattern. When he saw her approaching, he held it up for inspection. “You think I’d look good in this?” he asked.
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105442
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In the summer of 1963 I went to Philadelphia to study with a member of the Philadelphia Orchestra.
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105486
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One by one the hundred matte black drones hummed awake. The buzz was loud on the tiny airfield but died out soon among the waving amber heads of Kansas wheat that surrounded the unsigned base.
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105442
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I give you the rattle of the rattlesnake. I give you a daub of creosote. I give you the metaphysics of glue.
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105422
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We walk though the streets of London, New York, Paris, Prague, Barcelona, Skegness, inhaling air heavy with metaphors, eyes set alight by the microscopic pyrotechnics of quotidian symbols hitherto debased by the outmoded conventions of a bankrupt civilisation decomposing in…
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105410
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One of these days
we aren’t going to believe
whatever they tell us.
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105400
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My heart was a puzzle completely incomplete,
until I learned of love in your embrace.
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105462
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her expressive sigh releasing. Sated. The last of our kind, evolving flightless we remain on the ground, culling through corpulent consumption.
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1054125
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They talk but they don’t really / talk
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105497
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Thus, more people can drown//
and leave their bones
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