1110 2 2
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He will feast and die beneath the glaring gaze of the western sky, waiting patiently for what will come next
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111031
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She seizes my hand. I resist just enough to sense her strength.
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111030
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He did it in front of the waiter and everything.
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111000
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"That it was my stepdad's fault."
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111011
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My kid chased the umpire back to his crappy Honda Civic and flipped it over–at the age of 10! That's what steroids can do for you.
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111031
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A friend of mine died and went to heaven. At least I thought he went to heaven. I mean Freddie wasn’t such a bad guy and if he had any faults they were mild peculiarities. Like his girl watching. He was a champion girl watcher. Even in this a
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111000
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if you have a key fob, you are fired. If you have a real set of keys, you can stay
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1110139
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I was convinced that enemy bombers were on the way.
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111096
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Birds fly and people
hurry in the wind and rain like it's a matter
of pity.
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111031
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Anna's daily train commute from the outer suburban fringes to the city reveals a message that changes her life.
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111000
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Welcome to the world of (un)reality television. He/she who dies with the most stories wins. Another kind of religion. The Church of Being Famous For Whatever.
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111053
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Somebody left CNN on all night long
until the news cycle flipped, crashed
and burned
in its own ruins
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111066
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Not today. Even when the Isar rolls so cool and deep and I could wade and wade 'til sleep. Not today. When I have the tablets in a drawer in a box winking chalkily at me. Not today. When the church tower soars and it's bells toll out a seductive beat …
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111000
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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”
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111022
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Sky: Snows, turns dark. Street: Freezes. Remains on a hill. Traffic: None on this block. Two: Did I miss the bus? One: You either missed it, or it didn't come. Two: Hasn't come. One: One or the other. Which one? Two: I don't know; I asked you. One: I meant which…
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111042
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"Mama skipped the training bras and just gave me her old bras. I'll be 25 before I can wear her old bras..."
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111067
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The currents of events/
strip the molecules from cartilage,//
reverse polarity of ventricles—
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111000
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Photographs can create, both good and bad. They can create a way to make a living, but they can also create opportunities for black mail, divorce settlements and most of all they can create power.
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111012
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To stop myself from imagining myself/ kissing you on your face, feeling your/
eyelashes on my lips as I pass over them,/
I imagine myself murdering you with/
an axe instead...
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111022
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No one saw him arrive at the half-moon garden just south of Delancey, no one saw him hang his cage from one of the drainage pipes, but by the time the rest of us got there, the bamboo frame was already covered with silky, golden cloth that reflected the e
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111033
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"Let somebody else deal with for a while, man, I'm tired."
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111021
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He leans against the truck, the sun sinking on the day, shadows inching down the side of the house, yawning towards the horizon.
|
111097
|
I see them walking. They pass right by my house. If I’m outside, I sit down on our porch and watch the parade. Sometimes I watch them out of a front window.
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111011
|
- Never in pain and distance -
Frown on these moments,
With bitterness and vain
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111022
|
He had that kind of connection /
with his cocktails, intimate /
sort of like a boy and his dog. //
Cocktails have in any case /
saved him from the bottom /
of many dark wells. /
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111011
|
It's called the Knee Defender. But I prefer to think of it as the Schmuck Identifier.
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111061
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His land lady was somehow thrilled that the Herr Doktor Professor had a visitor from the US and invited us for tea. She caught us coming in and without thinking anything, and at her persistence, I had absently accepted. My friend did not seem to want to b
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111044
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Feelin’, feelin’ good, down-fallin’ down/rain, rain, rain came today,/wet alfresco alchemy
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110922
|
“plain before my eyes” said he eyes swathed in bandages covering sight
oozing yellow fluid is this life thought i
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110965
|
He stops smiling and only
says he loves me when prompted,
as if asking me to pass the salt
for his inner peace as it tastes too bland.
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