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No one takes me seriously because I am an idiot.
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14681110
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Time Change in Florida #2 Sapped, yes. But not finished. Not yet.So what if I mostly live in my head?Who says I have to be out running aroundimproving body income outgo technical savvy? The dizzy awe of a Southwestern …
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146897
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a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single
ticket
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146832
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"I’m wearing a white sundress with little strings tied at the shoulders, sheer white panties, and a lace push up bra." It sounded good, sexy, likable. The kind of outfit a girl he’d fall in love with would wear- if he was prone to love, that is. "That sou
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146840
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He couldn’t dredge up a single memory about the sex.
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146862
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She buried her secrets in a bowl of brownie mix....
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146823
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While serving in government, she plotted to change it.
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146811
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“And what kind of man would prefer all these dusty old books to my physical form? Who would memorize archaic incantations, when he could be whispering in my ear? Why search for the ancient splendors of metaphor, when one could be searching for the ...
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146800
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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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146833
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I kill because I can’t stop. I kill because I can.
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1468116
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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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1468139
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rheumy eyes wink, gnarled hands pantomime
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146854
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Quarts of philosophy may be transacted by semantic obstetrics.
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146830
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You’ve got me standin’ on my knees,
A’searchin’ for a beggar’s alms,
From folks who’re deaf to all my pleas
And blind to open palms.
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146852
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We’ve both been broken, we’ve both been defeated and jaded and we’ve both cried uncontrollably, but we’ve always managed to get back on our feet.
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146701
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[This story definitely WON'T be appearing in this month's "Alfred Hitchock's Mystery Magazine"!]
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146786
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It is the fragrance of decay/
as paint, polymers and dyes/
outgas molecules of themselves
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146721
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I was feeling a bit introspective. I was busy in my own mind assembling the history of the place and getting ready for the visit. I was naturally not someone who would cluster up with a bunch of people I had just met and had arrived to participate in this
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146754
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But there it was, amid the “junk” set to be thrown out with the rest of his childhood, opened accidentally to the page of his Indiana Jones Action Journal about his winter formal when he was sixteen.
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14671510
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The mirror can never talk back/
unless corrupted creases of the brain/
and its recombinant physical maladies//
elect to answer...
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146786
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They clog the skimmer basket/
and fill the small Polaris bag.
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146700
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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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146700
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I know I used to say I’d rather walk on the moon with my own rapacity. And you can easily say things like that, given the luxuriance of youth. But it was a lie, if you want to know the truth. That is only so much hot balloon air, puffed up in the chest,
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146753
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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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146785
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The problem with drinking gin in the desert is that eventually there is no more gin but the desert is still there.
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146797
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she had a chipped tooth...
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146762
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That son of a bitch locked me in the house again. Come over and knock in a window. One of them by the roses; he won’t see. Be a dear.
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146721
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Under a conspiratorial moon… the shovel my silent partner… organ-less torso to the worms.
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1467116
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Died is forever. Passed away/
Is ambiguous. Dead isn’t/
polite.
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146756
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I said: “Doesn’t he understand? People like me, geniuses—great, mad geniuses—are prone to failures because we do not accept the common notions of society? Doesn’t he understand? I’m not like the others.”
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