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144421
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One can’t predict the final cadence of one’s life.
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144498
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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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144411
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Like a distant memory of past expectations
I wander through past journeys, delineations
chew on the fresh air like a discontented Wordsworth
now free, free to roam where I will..
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144421
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Sometimes when I fall I see a ...
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144411
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"Soviet Mandelstam rose like Christ from the Nightmare,
Rises from the gulag, sunrise on the page."
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1444109
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He looks outside, sees everything disappearing like crumbing cookies into what appears to be a giant mouth.
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144482
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He bites and imagines, numbed by want.
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144443
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Ey’, it’s where I followed him down
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144451
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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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144432
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"Sometimes things just don’t go as planned. It doesn’t mean anyone is to blame - It just is."
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144433
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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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144422
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the lightning horse you never mounted in your inherited dream~wetter than the oceans you never traversed~will you ever ride pure abandon?
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144431
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the vigilance that informs a parent's every hour had momentarily lapsed
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144400
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lying back on inviolable sheets, your breasts spread apart like a child’s open hands
you’d look up at me and smile
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144433
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The leaves/
seek reunion with the ground//
and leave the oak tree naked/
in December’s cold.
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144410
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Bree was mean as a bag of snakes and had done laid out most of the eligible bachelors in Culloden County at one time or another to the tune that at this point no man who’d heard of her wanted much truck with her.
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1444107
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There were too many laws but not enough of the kinds she wanted. She wished for the right to go shopping. Then taste rather than disposable income or access to finance could distinguish people.
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144321
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I want the luxury of hearing other people who disagree with me tell me why I’m an asshole!
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144354
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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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1443109
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After becoming single at age 62, I joined an online dating site. After a year of perusing profiles and meeting men for coffee, staying single is starting to look better and better to me. But I've stayed on the site, in part for the pure enjoyment of…
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144321
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I was feeling a bit introspective. I was busy in my own mind assembling the history of the place and getting ready for the visit. I was naturally not someone who would cluster up with a bunch of people I had just met and had arrived to participate in this
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144353
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In Aisle 3 would you brighthearted find Count the Chocula.
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144341
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Wicklow sat in the handicapped stall, pants down and straining, fed up to here with a world in which he couldn’t even take a decent crap.
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144322
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"...does the nurse, doctor or veterinarian experience greater sexual satisfaction than say the housewife in DesMoines or the sixth grade English teacher in Passaic?"
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144365
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how the world is constantlyrevolving her mirroredorbs around the roomlooking for someone tohypnotize, a goddesshell-bent on catching agoon to mortal with; andas you lie from behindyourself so shall she lie withyou. Now, do you reallywant my answer to…
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144310
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It is your music that makes me want to crack open my ribcage and rip out my heart as it still beats, to cauterize my carotids, and shove the mechanical insides of a clock into my thoracic cavity.
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1443139
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I was convinced that enemy bombers were on the way.
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1443139
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The line weights are spot on/
and the snap of lines is textbook/
for a discipline that died with AutoCad
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144311
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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