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There is no there or where but rather/
trajectories of probability
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152895
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I never meant to shipwreck you,
I didn't even know I was singing out loud.
I just stood on my rock a little too boldly,
and hummed a tune you wanted to hear.
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152897
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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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152833
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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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I don't mind being dead. It's ok. Really. I've discovered a whole new way of being based on non-being. What else can you do? I like being invisible. I like groaning and rattling chains. I used to be a writer. Still am. In fact, it might be more accurate to say that…
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152864
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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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152811
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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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152800
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Early in the morning
I wanted to send you something
for when you wake;
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152855
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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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152897
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Our half-life, radioactive decay, particles shed leaving dust and bone."twilight years", "golden age", "evening of life"?Bullshit. I'm not ready to stop pumping high octane.You said, "I'll take you to Paris."Hemingway's address is still in your notebook, I saw it.I'll wear…
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152884
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When the poet loves,/ I said, quoting the poet,/ he loves himself.
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152843
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The first of the fires that started by the river in the abandoned mills were so hot they burned white and pale blue
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152766
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Wild are the woods tucked in the backyards, tame the front lawns of green, manicured, with a hedge and a few flowers, a well-maintained driveway, and a garage door.
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152700
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Azure took the paper and read it herself. She wondered about those four mysterious beings that communicated with her.
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The drone of radio seeps into the car’s back seat… I hear only bits and pieces of information –
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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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152797
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She grew tired of waiting for her husband to give her a flower so she picked one for herself.
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152742
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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152796
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Suppose you could bend your whole body backwards, like she did, you know, like a taunt, powerful bow and arrow kit, and push the rest of your truest self forward into his concentrated face, just like Georgia O'Keeffe did in…
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1527127
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We eat, sleep, play Scrabble on our iPads, and go down to breakers at sunrise and sunset. The sunset is spectacular.
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152711
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we all die from the bottom up
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now I cannot shake. I am only one person. Thereis a sadness I cannot understand. Fathom. Control. Manipulate. Detonate.I used to kiss her tenderly. Do you think this sadness is wise to us? Don't point that gun at me! There is a sadness. There is another war. Iam…
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152732
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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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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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I remember, when I was selling real estate, how you could always tell when there'd been a divorce. One room was conspicuously left emptied of its contents, and these rooms were never swept or tidied. Instead they were left just as they were when the par
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Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them
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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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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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