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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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142101
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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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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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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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142132
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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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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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142186
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I am falling, falling out of my body,
falling like midnight onto mice.
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142132
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Rose was the easiest lay in the Fletcher Memorial Home For The Aged.
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142121
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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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142197
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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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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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142176
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These words are dripping Delaware and these words are eating your eyes.
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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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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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inside i know my heart rattles
cause outside i'm only seeing
that the truth is in tatters
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142088
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Some days, you want all the red states to secede
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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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142022
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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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you can't always get what you want
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To be perfectly honest, I was lousy at my job. Or at least most aspects of it. The typing wasn’t a problem: I can get up to a hundred words a minute on a good stretch of unbroken text, and I’m pretty accurate. I even edited as I went, fixing passiv
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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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Died is forever. Passed away/
Is ambiguous. Dead isn’t/
polite.
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