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Those who don’t die, desire, descend. No song aloft arises from my irk. The seeing chieftain, not of sea, nor sand, nor boat, I till nightfall stammer alive, dig boneless trenches against tiding dregs and lathe, hunt, wallow, plow the hours, call in awei
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144531
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the vigilance that informs a parent's every hour had momentarily lapsed
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144530
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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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144500
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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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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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144400
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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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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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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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1444139
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I was convinced that enemy bombers were on the way.
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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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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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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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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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144396
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A break from bleak world history and events...
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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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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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