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He stopped believing in God when he learned how balls worked. Spermatocytes turned into spermatids and spermatids turned into spermatozoa, the transition taking place in tiny loop de loops called the seminiferous tubules which contain at least three…
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1050119
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One night while in rehab I had a dream that I worked as a violin maker in Salzburg.
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105070
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Shivering in the car, he watched his parents arguing under the porch light. He saw the smoking anger of their breath as they jabbed the cold air with accusatory fingers.
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105088
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Sunlight and the small wind/
swallow the frost/
on rooftops and windshields
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105010
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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105011
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I lost my job but the government found me a new one. Now the government pays me to pretend I’m a travelling businessman. I fly around the country to imaginary meetings. It’s part of a project to make it look like the economy is doing well.
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105032
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Rose was the easiest lay in the Fletcher Memorial Home For The Aged.
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1050139
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I was convinced that enemy bombers were on the way.
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105002
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We’d told her that Kasey waitressed. We talked about it a lot, trying to figure something out. I wanted to be honest with her. Kasey said she was too young to understand. I said that was why honesty wouldn’t hurt anything. Kasey said what about later.
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105011
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We may sniff a gush of something
in the rush of heat round a petrol bomb.
Or reap a gift from the
cracked head of a hero.
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105022
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105062
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We’re going to talk about our future like the Rick Dees Weekly Top 40. Like there are 40 great songs this week about our future.
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105041
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Tree full of dimes and dollars
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1050116
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Died is forever. Passed away/
Is ambiguous. Dead isn’t/
polite.
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105021
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most interesting, i investigate all of this at 1:15 on a thursday morning and consistently contradict my assumptions while simultaneously validating them.
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105000
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“She’s very sick. She’s dying,” and he smoothed my hair along my neck.
“It’s leukemia. A very rare type,” his hand reached my shoulder and stopped there.
“She only has a few months.”
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105000
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My face in your face The light in your eyes Dancing and twirling Growing, alive A hall of mirrors reflecting me Shards of glass Silver and black Injure and cut Years of bad luck A hall of mirrors protecting me Wrinkles and bags Time's been unkind Disease and…
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10491011
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I fall in love with a second cousin at the picnic. I make sure I sit next to her.
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104953
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He is sitting in the infinite rain
and the water is making him some infinite silhouette
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104933
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The retired, widowed receptionist slapped one hand to the base of her throat with a gasp . . .
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104955
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They’re young and haughty.
27’s still a long ways off.
They read about the famous,
not the dead.
Dusty dragonflies will not
land upon them,
and they are really only in love
with the dishwasher.
Now there’s a problem.
Poetry is dead,
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104952
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He remembers, he touches,
he lifts and kisses the mouth.
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104953
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Her name was Christine
and she was nailed to the cross
of their lust
and their greed,
and their vengeance
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104942
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A walled city doesn’t let you out any more easily that it has let you in earlier.
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104913
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Seeing her in black /
with his arm around her /
from the other side /
of a glass door. /
He gave her a beer. /
She might’ve been thirsty, /
uncomfortable.
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104900
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Alysia’s eyes turned to Megumi where her sister nodded. Alysia took a deep breath and stepped back. There was a moment’s hesitation, but she felt Megumi’s hand gripping her wrist.
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104910
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Another noise, softer than the first: swish, thud. You are still. The house is very loud tonight.
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104951
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Bardan O'Connor stared at himself in the mirror but didn't recognize the image before him. He was pale and looked like death. He tried to psyche himself up for the latest show with a shot of Irish whiskey. He slapped himself hard in the face. "Get it together man." The…
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104997
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Savvy as a nine-year-old playing poker with high rollers in Las Vegas, that was Paulie. She'd finally thrown Dick Weasel out the night before, but that morning Diana'd shot down their plan of sharing the house in a “man-free”…
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104931
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They’re coming now. Thousands of them. Black wings, antennas, spindly legs.
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