1527 9 8
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He prided himself on being not menacing like a bear.
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152700
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Early in the morning
I wanted to send you something
for when you wake;
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152722
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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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15271911
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There is no there or where but rather/
trajectories of probability
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152633
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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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152632
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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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152666
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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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152644
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The bartender kept looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar. “Everyone in Hollywood is an actor,” Doc said.
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152632
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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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1526159
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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152621
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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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152566
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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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152573
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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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152595
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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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152500
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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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152565
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Nothing good ever waits at the end of a long corridor.
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152533
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152542
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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152522
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Does modeling come easily to me? Am I made for the camera? Not exactly. When I pose for a shot, I feel, well, like a poser, really.
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152511
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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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1525139
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rheumy eyes wink, gnarled hands pantomime
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152554
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Quarts of philosophy may be transacted by semantic obstetrics.
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152531
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7 — IT'S HARD TO HAVE FRIENDS WHEN YOU'VE NEVER HAD ANY AND ARE STILL FUCKING WHINING ABOUT IT — Once he learned he didn't “bring anything to the table,” Worthless Veikass hit on the notion of [...]
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152584
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When the poet loves,/ I said, quoting the poet,/ he loves himself.
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152523
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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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152483
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You have the right to be happy
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15241510
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The mirror can never talk back/
unless corrupted creases of the brain/
and its recombinant physical maladies//
elect to answer...
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152411
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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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152485
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Love me like a crutch
Love me when I'm strong
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152433
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Amanda Palmer's explaining the eyebrow thing. An altercation with someone at Roadrunner, or maybe old boyfriend shit to burn— She's animated but he's losing signal, filling in the blanks himself. Whatever, it won't light at first, and then WHUMP and she…
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