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There's something about the way he touches me every time that makes my heart skip a beat and pushes the air from my throat. I shiver under his hot breath while he whispers softly and pulls himself closer, letting his fingers glide…
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When I look at the picture on my refrigerator, I always think the same thing: "Hitler was a baby once too, look how well he turned out."
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It's one of the most difficult problems of aesthetic philosophy: What do we mean when we say that a song is sad? None of the big names--Aristotle, Kant, Croce–Benedetto, not Jim–come close to answering it.
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6. to register for the draft
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"...she's been seeming like she's been dreaming while awake lately..."
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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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"...,beautiful, yet neutral, an oversimplistic reading of the people we meet."
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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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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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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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Eat blueberries every day and you'll live to be a 92 year old mogul. Really.
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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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"We gotta find a way to get high!" "Shh! My parents will hear you Tommy! Their bed is right above us." …
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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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*Must have excellent communication skills and be able to talk pretty good.
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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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My pain is a black pearl hidden in a clean shell.
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I. Europa How else to begin but with Gustave Holst's Mars--the gods waging war in romantic twilight as drumbeats and cannons blast swathes in the gloaming and glory awaits in the halls of black smoke. A visual perhaps:…
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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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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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Perhaps my grandparents, Fred and Lela, when they were growing up....
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Today is the last day of the semester. It also marks the end of my tenth year as what is referred to as an adjunct, an appendage, a necessary but unidentifiable tentacle in the College of Architecture at Andreas Tangen University in Los Angeles.
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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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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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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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the epiphany at the mast at midnight is not the same at dawn
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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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