1520 4 2
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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…
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152042
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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151901
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So, I say, what is the answer?
The answer to what?
You know. The song by Bob Dylan. The answer is blowing in the wind. You’re the wind. So what’s the answer?
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151973
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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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151900
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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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151933
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151965
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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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151932
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Natty looking
in his 2-tone shoes
and argyle socks
blue blazer
with 3 gold buttons
on each cuff
pale yellow
hemp or burlap
necktie, of course
with a blue shirt
(never white!!)
long mopish hair
hanging on his forehead
and a
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151951
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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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151901
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... threads are nasty things / That snag and pull and tear the cloth / And will not let me be.
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1519127
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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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151921
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Their tongues were dry, her milk was gone, and the last bit of water in the plastic jug had evaporated.
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151966
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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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151921
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they flew down the slopes
with her holding on
for all she was worth
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151923
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say no / to me / and devastate me / and I will take it / as god's will / to drown me / in a vat / of my own / entrails
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151955
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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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151973
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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151923
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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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151911
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A hinge in my heart is broken.
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151821
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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151864
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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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151821
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Despite the newly bright bricks and the working clock, Cassie couldn't help but take a deep breath before entering King Street Station. She had always tried to hold her breath when her family cut through it on the way to Mariners games but had never succeeded, not…
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151880
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Beautiful, he thinks, as he taps the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, but this is not good enough.
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151883
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You have the right to be happy
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15181510
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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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151842
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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151889
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They can’t exterminate the poor just yet
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151863
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151800
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Should probably be faster at the cash register
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1518139
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rheumy eyes wink, gnarled hands pantomime
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