1464 5 5
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Eat blueberries every day and you'll live to be a 92 year old mogul. Really.
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146364
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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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146320
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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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146354
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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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146384
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A man bows his head
and crosses his chest
before crossing the street
and the rain keeps falling
on his bare blue shirt
and on top of his head
The taxis will not stop
The light’s still red
as the man waits
for the sign of the hands
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146322
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'Like poems,’ I said
she paused and nodded
her black mop.
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146321
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Sometimes when I fall I see a ...
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146311
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"Soviet Mandelstam rose like Christ from the Nightmare,
Rises from the gulag, sunrise on the page."
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146389
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They can’t exterminate the poor just yet
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146386
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Before Genesis, digesting the primordial soup.
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146332
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Artie Shaw gave Ava Gardner a reading list in preparation for their honeymoon that included The Brothers Karamazov, The Origin of the Species, Das Kapital and The Magic Mountain.
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146310
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"If you don't like it then leave!" Sally screamed.
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146300
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Should probably be faster at the cash register
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146321
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Keisha selected a strawberry swirl cupcake from the waiter's tray, so pretty, from the hottest, coolest, newest patisserie. Moist strawberrylishious cake, swirly pink frosting, sprinkles. Keisha was one lucky lady, scoring a bizdev gig at recession-proof…
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146311
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A hinge in my heart is broken.
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146211
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While Leif was still very young, his emotions were very easy to read, for they appeared on his parchment coloured skin, named in his mother's writing. When he was seventeen, Leif fell in love. She was a pretty maid, one of the college servants who kept his…
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146232
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My pain is a black pearl hidden in a clean shell.
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146222
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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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146263
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I wear boots over bare legs feigning ignorance
To the coming storms, the snow the ice the cold
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146251
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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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146211
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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146222
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A single woman should regard every train ride as an opportunity, I once read in one of those “How to Find A Boyfriend” books. “When boarding the train, don't take the first available seat,“ the author advised. “Walk through all the cars…
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146288
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My stories are ramshackle; they lurch along in old sweaters with holes and missing buttons, drinking from mismatched cups and saucers.
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14621413
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Frenchie hustled waffle irons.
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14621711
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I couldn’t parse the grammar of her body
nor decode the secret softness of her neck.
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146200
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We're at the Park Diner. My dad Tommie is sitting across from me. He looks haggard, tired. His skin is pasty and washed-out. He's not talking, so I'm not talking either, but it doesn't matter because it's hanging there between us.Cancer.Motherfucker.“Don't look so…
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146266
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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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146163
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Her boyfriend is into U.S. presidents and professional wrestling. He is reading biographies of both occupations and says this helps him to appreciate gray area, decisive action. Lives of great men, he explains.
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146198
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Over his usual ham sandwich and skim milk for lunch Uncle Waldo used to always say, “Going out in the dead of night without a flashlight is dangerous.” But I knew what I was doing. After dark, I'd slip out and sneaker on down the path to take a dip in a…
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The next post card was of gondolas in Venice. “Have never not enjoyed ourselves less,” wrote Sylvia.
“Sylvia can be hard to please,” said Angelynn.
“Those boats could use a coat of paint,” I said.
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