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You’ve got me standin’ on my knees,
A’searchin’ for a beggar’s alms,
From folks who’re deaf to all my pleas
And blind to open palms.
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144587
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I love Hooters. Best cheese steak in town in my opinion.
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144511
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A hinge in my heart is broken.
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144421
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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144420
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He had a lean build, except, remarkably, his midsection was perfectly barrel-like. As if he kept an alien lifeform in his belly, cultivated by years of Pabst and Yuengling transfusions.
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144421
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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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144421
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One can’t predict the final cadence of one’s life.
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144421
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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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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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144453
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In Aisle 3 would you brighthearted find Count the Chocula.
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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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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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1444159
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They were discussing reincarnation,
what animals they would come back as.
"I'd be a vole," Cranshaw said. Is a vole
even an animal? Connie asked.
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144410
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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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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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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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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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the vigilance that informs a parent's every hour had momentarily lapsed
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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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144400
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She can still be normal, says Momma, knowing my sister can’t hear, forgetting I can.
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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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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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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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144300
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“Is that an erect annual plant in your codpiece, Mr. Flax, or are you just glad to see me?”
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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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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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