1487 10 9
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He looks outside, sees everything disappearing like crumbing cookies into what appears to be a giant mouth.
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1487105
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and, under foot,//
dark caves waiting/
with their unseen pigments/
adorning forgotten walls.
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148700
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Behind the bellicose façade lay a soft, compassionate soul. He sat within a swirl of rosy twilight hues, buoyed by the gently creeping tide. A dark wall approached and he mechanically spun and began stroking into the glassy canvas of light and ocean that lay between him…
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148789
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They can’t exterminate the poor just yet
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148722
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A single woman should regard every train ride as an opportunity, I once read in one of those “How to Find A Boyfriend” books. “When boarding the train, don't take the first available seat,“ the author advised. “Walk through all the cars…
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148742
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Years ago, I was involved in a freakish tragedy so startling and heartbreaking that it made the front page of not only my local newspaper, but “People” and “The National Enquirer.” I'm not going to tell you anything about it. This means that…
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1487129
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...it was moving toward me from an oblique angle somewhere behind, steadily, relentlessly.
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148742
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The ambient sound wheezes on.
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148765
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Maybe they considered themselves beyond redemption, or maybe they couldn't sit for that long.
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1487107
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The Tea Party member was married but cuter. He worked as a caulker, a tub and basin man.
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148653
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Seeking your will, instead we found, somehow, a clutch of our own documents;
folded under a rubber band gone to rot,
muddy strands nestled in the creases.
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148644
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Robert Frost told me that life goes on, but that’s just not good enough for me and for God’s sake it shouldn’t be good enough for you either, should it?
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148697
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This is the Minuteman tine/
of the three-tined fork//
we can stick into the modern world/
when it’s done-- a MAD triad.
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148600
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I'd had a long, hard fall from the pinnacle of the profession. I made the mistake of accepting a mouse pad, coffee mug and a fleece pullover with the logo of Upchux, an anti-reflux drug, on the left breast where you'd get heartburn.
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148622
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As I fall to the ground I realize that in a few moments I will be experiencing a new kind of pain. The last pain. The last pain I will ever feel.
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148664
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"...she's been seeming like she's been dreaming while awake lately..."
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148676
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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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148611
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When people talk about the end moments when one's life flashes before his or her eyes, they often refer to time as slowing down. I can attest to this phenomenon during my final moments, before the collision: the song playing on the radio, the squeal of tires and flash of…
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148694
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I’m not / going to change you I /promise
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148666
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Not today. Even when the Isar rolls so cool and deep and I could wade and wade 'til sleep. Not today. When I have the tablets in a drawer in a box winking chalkily at me. Not today. When the church tower soars and it's bells toll out a seductive beat …
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148623
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say no / to me / and devastate me / and I will take it / as god's will / to drown me / in a vat / of my own / entrails
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148655
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There are certain items in the sink that are giving me an anxious feeling in my stomach.
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1486159
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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14861812
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the epiphany at the mast at midnight is not the same at dawn
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148621
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His touch, even now, seemed to set off tremors inside her.
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1486126
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It comes to me at night, the monster. I don't even realize it's in the room until I hear it breathing behind me. It reaches out its hands and places them on my shoulders. Its fingers are furry and soft, but strong. They grasp the muscles on either side of my neck, and I…
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148532
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I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!
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148554
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In the words of that great philosopher Hunter S. Thompson, "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."
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148511
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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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148532
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Eighteen-year-old Svetlana Kabalevsky was now the widow of the poet Dmetri Kabalevsky, soon to be another widow-whore on the Moscow highway.
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