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Talking to Shakespeare by the riverside,
I am saddened by my lust for women,
how my eyes fixate on the spit that passes from top to bottom lip as they talk to me.
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140384
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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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140300
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It is your hamsa that protects us,” the girl whispers to me.
“Then I shall give it to you,” I reply.
“No,” she says in the unselfish innocence of her youth. “It is yours and you must keep it.” I smile and kiss her dirty forehead. Eternity passes whil
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I saw Vincent one day, sitting at a café table that was situated right next to the quays of the Seine, with another artist by the name of Bernard. Vincent had his back to me, and he was leaning forward in his usual hyper-excitement, gesturing wildly
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140320
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"Don't stab me with that," says John.
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140300
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Could I really seduce and rob a total stranger -- just on a dare?
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1402108
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When you need a vacation...from everything.
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Once you descend, the third rail/
hums its invitation
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140211
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My grandfather rode with the Czar’s army. He was abducted from a village in Austria, trained to pillage and drink, plunder and rape, and ride the best horses that could be had. They were given the best vodka and the sharpest swords. They were all just b
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he flies away
past the green explosion,
into the azure sky
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140232
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Eighteen-year-old Svetlana Kabalevsky was now the widow of the poet Dmetri Kabalevsky, soon to be another widow-whore on the Moscow highway.
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140212
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140232
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Natty looking
in his 2-tone shoes
and argyle socks
blue blazer
with 3 gold buttons
on each cuff
pale yellow
hemp or burlap
necktie, of course
with a blue shirt
(never white!!)
long mopish hair
hanging on his forehead
and a
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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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140231
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. . . my mind stops idling, kicks back into gear . . .
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1402127
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We eat, sleep, play Scrabble on our iPads, and go down to breakers at sunrise and sunset. The sunset is spectacular.
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140231
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the vigilance that informs a parent's every hour had momentarily lapsed
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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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140234
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If she does not get to him in time, / all is lost.
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140241
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The most unoriginal, trite and hackneyed story ever written!
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140232
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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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You can tell your doctor the truth
Even if no one else will stop and listen
He or she may have a balm for it
To help make it go away
Or at least go into remission
Remission is the staging area for Lies
Corporate and otherwise
We don’t have
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1. He had thirteen imaginary friends. They knew him better than his mother did.2. His imaginary friends were all born of a cat on the night of a blood moon.3. His imaginary friends had grey skin and red eyes, giving them the appearance of dead people. Their cheeks flushed…
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“What does it feel like to run, Thomas?” I yelled across the field. Thomas was so fast. I would never catch up to him. Even if I could run. He was so fast. …
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Her boyfriend is into U.S. presidents and professional wrestling. He is reading biographies of both occupations and says this helps him to appreciate gray area, decisive action. Lives of great men, he explains.
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140121
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The officer’s eggs and bacon rested on the asphalt amid shattered ceramic and boot heels.
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140132
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Friday night in Little Italy is a big night.
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140132
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My pain is a black pearl hidden in a clean shell.
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140133
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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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