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—You're convinced I'm crazy. I'm convinced you're incompetent.
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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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146232
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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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146244
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"...,beautiful, yet neutral, an oversimplistic reading of the people we meet."
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146222
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Happy Birthday to me.
It takes just a second on waking to remember,
It's June but it feels like December.
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146120
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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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146184
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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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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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146122
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'Like poems,’ I said
she paused and nodded
her black mop.
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146132
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My pain is a black pearl hidden in a clean shell.
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146100
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A dark and mysterious account of an ancient traveler seeking arcane literature, and the miserable results to him after he receives what he sought.
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146122
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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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146111
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"Soviet Mandelstam rose like Christ from the Nightmare,
Rises from the gulag, sunrise on the page."
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146185
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Perhaps my grandparents, Fred and Lela, when they were growing up....
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146151
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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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146188
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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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Frenchie hustled waffle irons.
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146110
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"If you don't like it then leave!" Sally screamed.
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146111
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Baby Teak can access Wikipedia by rubbing two xylophone mallets together.
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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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146121
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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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146100
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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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146142
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Q:What made you want to be a person who rides a train?
A:As soon as I learned there was such a thing, I wanted to be one.
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146166
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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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146184
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Is this sought sea dream of the Arctic fox? The green below the circles of the white, above her eyes? On Formica tables where the woman smocks beneath glass borders of their vacant smiles, they pass by windows formulating styles,…
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146054
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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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146011
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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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They watch her, scald her skin with hot eyes whose stares run up and down her body like lice.
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14601310
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Inevitability: it's what's for dinner.
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