1505 4 5
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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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1505177
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...bush tail beside him his closest comfort next to the genes...
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150542
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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150400
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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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150420
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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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1504116
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Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
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150411
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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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150421
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Be aware the dog is king, radiant, emitting many beams, renewed by and restored by his fullness, his satiety. In many ways underlying all our hearts and minds, out of our notorious youth, ever the flower of our flesh on fire like a little reed next to the dried…
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150421
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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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1504159
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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150442
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Last night we slept with books in the bed.
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150343
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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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150341
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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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150321
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One can’t predict the final cadence of one’s life.
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1503107
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Once you descend, the third rail/
hums its invitation
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150332
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today on the bus/ a man in his fifties/ smiled at a baby/
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150397
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150363
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—You're convinced I'm crazy. I'm convinced you're incompetent.
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1503188
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he who laughs last is probably a dumbass fuck
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150365
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Nothing good ever waits at the end of a long corridor.
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150342
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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150341
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You can't always be everything
you were expected to be
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1503107
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“What do you want for Father's Day?” she asks. “Sex,” he says, his mouth curling at the corners, “and a bottle of Shiraz.” …
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150344
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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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150300
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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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150344
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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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150311
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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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150373
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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150353
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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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150280
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Beautiful, he thinks, as he taps the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, but this is not good enough.
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