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She’s a gourmet cook who can fake a great orgasm.
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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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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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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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"How the fucks he drivin' like that?"
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Consider this. Only a sentence ago we were complete strangers, oceans of time, distance and thought between us.
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Ben had us over, me and him and his boy, Benji, to look at the supernova. Ben was always coming up with these things with the telescope. Jupiter's moons, Saturn's rings. On his wedding night he made everybody stop dancing and run out to the golf course so he could show us…
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The leaves/
seek reunion with the ground//
and leave the oak tree naked/
in December’s cold.
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Ever had the occasion to wake up look at your watch and see it's five-thirty in the morning — after sleeping on the couch all night? Ever then gone to take a leak, trudged down the hall, cracked your bedroom door to check on your wife and found a portly, balding man…
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Zoë’s divorce lawyer, Arno Aghajanian (“Double A” to his friends), sat at his desk in Los Angeles reading a copy of the Hollywood Intelligencer.
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Don’t forget, I’ve watched the evil you’ve done to the lawn for years, not to mention the chaos you’ve made of the woodshed. Don’t you remember me showing you how to properly stack the wood?
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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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Just an abnormal visit to the post office.
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A large shadow cast overhead as the sound of sirens blared in the distance. People looked up at the white clouds consumed by the pitch black cloud.
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The police states of German National Socialism/
and the Soviet Union are but pencil studies
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these three remainders you, me and her are the legacy of simple math
and boolean logic, not so much
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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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and, under foot,//
dark caves waiting/
with their unseen pigments/
adorning forgotten walls.
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Culture gives what it feels you deserve/
in the cul-de-sac of your time and place.
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He sits in the best chair and it collapses so he unfolds himself up like a mechanical shadow and sits in the second best chair.
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I am falling, falling out of my body,
falling like midnight onto mice.
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138001
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... threads are nasty things / That snag and pull and tear the cloth / And will not let me be.
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138000
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Today is the last day of the semester. It also marks the end of my tenth year as what is referred to as an adjunct, an appendage, a necessary but unidentifiable tentacle in the College of Architecture at Andreas Tangen University in Los Angeles.
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138010
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It's saying, "It feels as if you've given me your old, your tired and your poor. I feel much older than the years you've logged."
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138087
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he wound up hating the woman he betrayed in his heart for betraying him in her body
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138054
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What are our reigning philosophies today, what dominant schools inform and lead our intellectual efforts, inspire our blissful reveries, inflame our breathless humanity?
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I wonder if she is my real mother, if I could get one of those paternity tests and find out if she’s my real mother and if the guy she told me was my father was really my father. I can’t remember him very well, just a lot of him screaming and hollering an
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