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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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142221
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Their tongues were dry, her milk was gone, and the last bit of water in the plastic jug had evaporated.
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142233
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I kill because I can’t stop. I kill because I can.
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142297
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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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14221711
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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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142276
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These words are dripping Delaware and these words are eating your eyes.
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14221911
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There is no there or where but rather/
trajectories of probability
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142241
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“Behold!” cried the Lord, on a late September morning,
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1421123
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But this ache wouldn't leave me.
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1421107
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Once you descend, the third rail/
hums its invitation
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142111
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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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142186
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It is the fragrance of decay/
as paint, polymers and dyes/
outgas molecules of themselves
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142120
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A rock group named Stuck Gas Pedal. Another named Tweezer. A group of young punk-rockers wearing neckerchiefs named Mein Kampfire. But wait, there’s more.
A song called “We Were Being Facetious,” co-written by them all.
Lost Flyswatter. That
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142152
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You’ve got Wikipedia. Look them up: vagina and penis. What Wikipedia will not tell you, however, is the thousands of years of human anguish, and rapture, wrapped up in those two organs.
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142188
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Some days, you want all the red states to secede
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142133
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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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142121
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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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142100
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i was in the fields, i was moss, was sticking my head in the columbine
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142122
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“How long you been waiting around?” he asks as he pockets my soggy ten-dollar bill.
“For a jump or break in life?” I ask.
He smirks. “I hear that.”
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142100
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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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142132
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Where were you the night Katrina destroyed New Orleans? Oh, what a night... A week later, most of the city was still underwater, with hundreds or thousands of folks presumed dead, and tens of thousands…
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142131
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One of Montejo's captains has us drilling in the rain again. The sun hasn't shone for days and the air is stifling, like trying to breath under water. Everything looks gray except the palms. Each green leaf droops in the rain like a…
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142120
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"Don't stab me with that," says John.
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142052
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My dog’s on suicide precautions. I had to take away all her eating utensils--even the chopsticks. So now she has to eat directly from the bowl. It doesn’t seem to slow her down.
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142063
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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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142086
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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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1420138
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inside i know my heart rattles
cause outside i'm only seeing
that the truth is in tatters
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142011
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The clouds cried more than silver tears,
this time.
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142044
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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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142063
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—Have you ever fired a gun?
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