1443 7 6
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These words are dripping Delaware and these words are eating your eyes.
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144211
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For example, I never noticed that the moon had eyelashes, not until tonight. You said you couldn’t really see that, not at all. You preferred the fact that the word “lunatic” sounded like an attic on the moon...
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144261
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Everybody will be talking about it
on campuses across the country
“Hey! You’ll never guess who’s toilet
I bought. I’m not shitting you!”
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144240
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He couldn’t dredge up a single memory about the sex.
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144233
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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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144200
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Mayumi’s eyes twitched. Her head felt the pounding images and voices grafting themselves onto her mind.
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1442108
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for the moment/
you think you know what you’re/
doing and do it.
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144285
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Perhaps my grandparents, Fred and Lela, when they were growing up....
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144221
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Finally my daughter emerges from behind the silver curtain, riding piggy-back on a gigantic proboscis monkey. She's preoccupied by his nose, and wrings it like a wet dishrag with both hands. If it hurts he's not showing it.
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1442116
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The big wigs call it aiding and abetting. I became an left-handed accountant with a tendency to fudge numbers for the damned.
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144101
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So, I say, what is the answer?
The answer to what?
You know. The song by Bob Dylan. The answer is blowing in the wind. You’re the wind. So what’s the answer?
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144131
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No one takes me seriously because I am an idiot.
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144186
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The first inkling that I might be in love with Josie came at our high school senior day outing at, oh, what's its name, state park. I forgot, but it doesn't matter. She smiled, did a little wave and stepped away from her friends, lifted her sundress a little to keep it dry,…
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144130
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I somehow ended up with my father's second wife's wedding ring. Although it could actually be his third wife's wedding ring.
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144186
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They clog the skimmer basket/
and fill the small Polaris bag.
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144153
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She told me in all my past lives I’ve always been a woman, and I was stuck in this relationship and you weren’t coming back, so I should just move on and get over it. I was a little sad, but yeah, I knew I was going to go back to her one more time, just
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144111
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Masking. Helen says not to think of it as covering or disguising or concealing. Helen says to understand it is not to take it as something put up front and over like a mask. Helen says it’s not like that...
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144133
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I kill because I can’t stop. I kill because I can.
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144197
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Mark Reep is that stepbrother you had a thing for, the one who turned you onto Steve Vai, Stoli.
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144197
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If they are all speaking medicine & I / start speaking French - how / rude am I? Would they understand then / what it is to be entirely left out / of the conversation, unseen?
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144120
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"Don't stab me with that," says John.
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14411510
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Ever had the occasion to wake up look at your watch and see it's five-thirty in the morning — after sleeping on the couch all night? Ever then gone to take a leak, trudged down the hall, cracked your bedroom door to check on your wife and found a portly, balding man…
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144141
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“Behold!” cried the Lord, on a late September morning,
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144066
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Wild are the woods tucked in the backyards, tame the front lawns of green, manicured, with a hedge and a few flowers, a well-maintained driveway, and a garage door.
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144066
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alright, alright but not so much of a friendly little cigar-chomping companion-like a friendly ghost! That sweeping hair of longed for sleeping only awaits you once you've drowned too …
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144054
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The cellar smelled like an aroused muskrat.
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1440157
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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144032
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Little things that kept me going are no longer doing the trick, and venting to someone eventually drives them away. People around you know what is going on, but there is little they can do. They stay away at more than an arms length and you understand. Tr
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144042
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One evening I came home late from work to find my wife drinking white Zinfandel by the fireplace in the living room and reading Wallace Stevens poems out loud to the dog, curled at her feet.
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144010
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Snap!
Dylan’s arms flung forward as the rod bent toward the ocean. “Holy God! What did I snag?
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