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138552
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Don’t forget, I’ve watched the evil you’ve done to the lawn for years, not to mention the chaos you’ve made of the woodshed. Don’t you remember me showing you how to properly stack the wood?
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138541
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138511
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You think there’s a chance the bag could be holding a severed head, or live or dead kittens.
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138533
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You’re finally in a band that can get through a rehearsal without someone strangling someone with an amp cord over creative differences. No one’s in jail, rehab, or MIA from a multi-day booze binge. The group has laid down a few quality tracks that don’t
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1385176
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...Rabidosa rabida- no spinner/
of webs but a quick and cunning
solitary hunter. Anxiety overwhelmed
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13851911
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Culture gives what it feels you deserve/
in the cul-de-sac of your time and place.
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1385165
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As the music concludes, I'm finally in control of my emotions . . .
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138551
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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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138531
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. . . my mind stops idling, kicks back into gear . . .
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138500
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Lula’s fried chicken should be served on the hem of Jesus’s robe rather than out of a styrofoam box. It’s so good that I kept glancing at the little tray on the steam table, hoping to be hungry again, ready to yank pieces out of the grasp of strangers, to
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138586
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Before Genesis, digesting the primordial soup.
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138532
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"I'm just going to
take a power nap!"
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138500
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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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138472
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They left the breath of their souls
upon the lips of others
and jumped in with all abandon
They felt the winds on their skin
as the heart flew by them
on its way into the lost nature of time
This time they flee the country of the soul
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138421
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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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138430
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he flies away
past the green explosion,
into the azure sky
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1384129
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I smelled the bleach of burst anemones
the sweet arousal of the Dungeness crabs
the seaweed of sour twigs and feces
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138432
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Friday night in Little Italy is a big night.
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138421
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these three remainders you, me and her are the legacy of simple math
and boolean logic, not so much
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138432
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sometimes it's hard/ to leave the house in the morning/ when bed is so comfortable/ and you're so far away.
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138444
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From the rumple of pre-dawn Queens, sure South on 95, to almost Savannah by dark; still cold, but we’re full of what’s coming:
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138400
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So much of everything isn't the way I'd do it at all. I wouldn't do myself the way I've been done. Nope, the way I'm turning out is not the way I planned, definitely. I'm turning out to be a limp middle class day-after-day type of guy ... I go to work, I
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138464
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and coughed its grey net over the candle lit world outside. Birds of an arrow sprang into thin air and disappeared over the hills in a quick shortness of zoom-breath-- like a stiffened branch snapping . It's cold. There're …
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138487
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he wound up hating the woman he betrayed in his heart for betraying him in her body
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138434
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Consider this. Only a sentence ago we were complete strangers, oceans of time, distance and thought between us.
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138454
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What are our reigning philosophies today, what dominant schools inform and lead our intellectual efforts, inspire our blissful reveries, inflame our breathless humanity?
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Mom stayed up all night again Tending to her papers Pushing them around Trying to make order of the debts, the dreams and the obligations She couldn't get the columns to add up, So she shuffled them around some more and Rearranged the piles …
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138432
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Of course they (the coffee and cream) were lovers, chemically made for one another, warmly exploring their partner's particles with the passion of a first kiss.
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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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