1496 7 3
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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149621
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She positioned the mouse cursor over the word Bikini and double clicked. The hard drive of the ageing work PC chugged into life as an Excel document dragged itself onto the screen.
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149600
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To a tech-savvy millennial, the definition of progress is a hands-free blowjob, and the real number is not how many men you’ve been with but how many minutes you’ve made them wait.
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149500
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Now, we can argue about how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop, but there is no doubt that it takes eight spritzes of Scrubbing Bubbles bathroom cleaner, three spritzes of Lime-Away, and then a 30 second spray of Oust to incapacitat
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149554
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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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149563
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—You're convinced I'm crazy. I'm convinced you're incompetent.
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149512
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indelicate, as everything arrives at once.
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149544
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The last chick in the nest
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149565
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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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149522
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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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149590
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Sit right down in the chair. It's a glider, see? Smooth and easy movement without that annoying head-swing you get from a rocker. And easy to get out of, unlike a lounge chair. Relax. "Reba" reruns will be coming on in a minute.
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149576
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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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149511
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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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1495126
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"You gonna be old before you're old," my father had told her.
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149565
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Maybe they considered themselves beyond redemption, or maybe they couldn't sit for that long.
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1495159
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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149511
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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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149500
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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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149421
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One can’t predict the final cadence of one’s life.
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149444
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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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1494116
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Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
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149400
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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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149423
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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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1494910
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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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149489
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They can’t exterminate the poor just yet
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149494
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I’m not / going to change you I /promise
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149411
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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149444
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You are in a car speeding through Dublin towards the West year after year the journey uncoils past the same landmarks Kilmainham Jail strapped to a chair bullet to the brain on by the Rowntree Mackintosh factory where the black and yellow and orange and r
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149321
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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149353
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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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