1512 10 10
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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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151211
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Suddenly the producer, Irving, tosses a new idea into the discussion, an idea for a possible film. Then the writer, Herbert, does the talking. He performs, in fact, puts on a one-man show. The idea! The idea! It's…
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151200
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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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151242
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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151140
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No one commented on her altered appearance, although Will in Accounts said he quite liked her hair like that, so she assumed that no one could see the snakes. But she still felt self-conscious, exposed. She had to remember not to talk to them when she was…
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151132
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today on the bus/ a man in his fifties/ smiled at a baby/
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151111
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Like a distant memory of past expectations
I wander through past journeys, delineations
chew on the fresh air like a discontented Wordsworth
now free, free to roam where I will..
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151197
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151142
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A walled city doesn’t let you out any more easily that it has let you in earlier.
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151100
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I should have never gotten involved in such a huge lie. I was a poet, for God's sake, not a novelist. I wasn't used to lying.
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151112
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151165
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Nothing good ever waits at the end of a long corridor.
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151133
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151164
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I'm an older guy. She is still quite young. I tell her I may be too old but she giggles and tells me that she did the research and it said because there is snow on the roof doesn't mean no fire's in the stove. She proved it. Things like this. We excite ourselves,…
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151110
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Wile E. Coyote? A junkie strung out on bunk dope.
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151121
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they flew down the slopes
with her holding on
for all she was worth
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151111
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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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151142
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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…
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151100
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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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1510176
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...Rabidosa rabida- no spinner/
of webs but a quick and cunning
solitary hunter. Anxiety overwhelmed
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151033
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He thought of his field trip from the previous year, of Prague’s museums, statues, squares, architecture, restaurants, and various modes of transport. The town offered none of these and surely no cinema, no crowds of people, not even an old church.
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151011
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we all die from the bottom up
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151032
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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1510169
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Our disappearance would register/
as the movement of a sand grain/
on a windy beach full of sand.
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151073
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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151065
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Maybe they considered themselves beyond redemption, or maybe they couldn't sit for that long.
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1510159
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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151001
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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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151022
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Happy Birthday to me.
It takes just a second on waking to remember,
It's June but it feels like December.
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150921
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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