1420 6 3
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—You're convinced I'm crazy. I'm convinced you're incompetent.
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142032
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Friday night in Little Italy is a big night.
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142061
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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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142053
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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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142097
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she had a chipped tooth...
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142022
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Steve lowers himself onto a lounge chair and lets out a long, overdue sigh. Cliff and Jim, the frickin’ and frackin’ of the built-in pool industry, are making a Burger Chef run while the cement sets.
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142084
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Do you know this song, Julia? I happened upon it one evening and only just before meeting you, a month before meeting, a month before arriving?
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142064
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The rocks were pillows around her shorn head, the crimson stream running from her ears the only sign she had not chosen to lay down on them. Behind us, the rockface stood stoic; below us, the water lapped our feet.She held my hand in hers, giving me succor as I…
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142054
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The Bird King's advisors and ministers are a range of rusty kitchen utensils. They all observe a respectful silence in his presence.——Contrary to popular belief, the Bird King is not an atheist. His meathook priests do their rounds at twilight.——The…
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141996
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A break from bleak world history and events...
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141922
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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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141974
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141986
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Before Genesis, digesting the primordial soup.
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1419116
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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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141964
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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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141997
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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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141900
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“I”, fuck it. I, I, I, I. It has always only been about me, this voice of mine, indivisibly me. selfishly and pompously. I shall not dispense with the false pleasantries other writers will offer, those writers that say, “Reader, look here, look at the…
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14191711
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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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141900
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“Got a big one boy! He's movin' real fast! Don't think he has had time to eat the bait just yet, so we need to play him out. Let the hook set. Don't want to loose him! Get the net ready!”
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141942
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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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141966
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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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141952
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I remember the first time I met the virgin, Terry (not Mary.) She was in the back seat of an old Plymouth convertible with its top down, jam-packed with raucous high school girls vying to see which one of them could be the most loud and obnoxious, and w
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141933
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I’m reading an article about honeybees as I wait for the results of my blood work at the doctor’s office.
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141976
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These words are dripping Delaware and these words are eating your eyes.
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1418107
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Once you descend, the third rail/
hums its invitation
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141822
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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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141832
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The were two things and two things only in the town of Comfort, Alabama, that were older than Bella.
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141821
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Up ahead I saw clusters of people standing silently under the trees. They seemed to be just waiting there. More than 100 people lined up in the cold and dark, not moving.
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141842
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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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141886
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I am falling, falling out of my body,
falling like midnight onto mice.
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