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"If you don't like it then leave!" Sally screamed.
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I’m not / going to change you I /promise
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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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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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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In the end nothing could bring him back because I tried. All those weeks and months, yet all I have left are the tears and memories. He said when he asked the final questions to those in charge he was confused.
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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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Cooking dinner for one in a city that isn’t my home. A beautiful city that I’m slowly losing interest in, just as I become a local. In a tiny apartment set in the most realistic part of town, I’ve turned the music up loud to drown out my thoughts.
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The sad march goes ever on. It stretches endlessly over an eternity of painful hills, as unnatural as lumps under the skin, into the deserted broken down streets, the forgotten unprotected alleyways, always adding more and more lost children to…
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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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She wore no bra. As she jammed the truck into park and pushed against the heavy door, he saw the points of her nipples against her dress. Ice filled his belly, the most beautiful pink-colored ice.
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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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*Must have excellent communication skills and be able to talk pretty good.
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My pain is a black pearl hidden in a clean shell.
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6. to register for the draft
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His shirts he hangs on the back of the chair, one on top the other so they won't wrinkle.
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Perhaps my grandparents, Fred and Lela, when they were growing up....
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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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A tissue, she was saying - hand me a tissue. Her seat belt was locked and she was rocking back and forth in it cinching wrinkles into her favorite blue silk blouse. I can't remember her wearing anything else. Her hands were gesturing - on and on- an endless loop…
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A sparklerman zig-zagged across the skies, re-arranging stars in its path. How bright his stick-like and jaggy limbs twinkle, I noticed; even noticing my surprise. No longer 'simply sitting', I was.
'It is time' I mumbled. The room was melting, si
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"...she's been seeming like she's been dreaming while awake lately..."
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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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My third Rule of Success—and I may not have these in exactly the right order–is always get a pre-nup!
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I knew we were going to fail. The night we met, when we got out of the car, I dropped my green glove in that puddle, you picked it up but it was ruined. That set the precedent for our whole life together. You can't look at me anymore. My cigarette…
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Then I did the same to you, inhaling your scent which was one thing at your hairline and another at your collarbone.
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She's an obese woman whose clothes don't fit: shirts that ride up too high her belly hanging out her pants suctioned to her strangely pegged legs. Her ballooned cheeks are always chapped pink her lips little slivers peeled back over small beige teeth like…
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Eat blueberries every day and you'll live to be a 92 year old mogul. Really.
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The silver urn of ashes inscribed
with his unknown name.
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I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!
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