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“Behold!” cried the Lord, on a late September morning,
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The bird sat there some time. Several minutes. My wife and I grabbed out i-Pads and took pictures.
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Nothing good ever waits at the end of a long corridor.
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The idea of an infinite textual universe occurs in many places in the works of Jorge Luis Borges. The contexts and permutations of language, which others had held to be perhaps infinite (allowing themselves to use such an imprecise term), that…
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The other night at work, some kid was in for swallowing a snail's shell. He was nine and, according to the computer, did not have cognitive insufficiency. That last bit was probably put there to make us all not feel guilty about laughing at him.
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We spend our days on the beach, working on our tans. My pale wife hides under a big floppy hat. The water is crystal clear.
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We gave our cigarettes names.
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She doesn't regret that they hadn't spoken. What did they have to say to each other, anyway?
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Who is the torturer and who is the tortured?
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I gazed into her soft eyes. I was a little scared. This...this meant something.We'd "accidentally" played footsies and I could feel my lonely feet finally touching the floor."Please listen carefully to these safety instructions — even if you are a frequent flyer…
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Write me a Will you laughing boy,
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Tomiko did not feel lost. Although she struggled to understand what was going on around her, she knew where she wanted to go.
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She stepped inlike ice alonecould save hershe dived,slicing the wavewith her body her fresh pony tailsubmergedlike a silk scarfthen swam moving thewater awaylike whirlpoolscould hold her buoyantly save her from the headachewhispering wordsThey had been there all…
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When I was younger, I tried very hard to be myself, but it never worked. I'd close my eyes, wait a beat, open them and slowly bring them into focus. This is the new me, the only me. Never worked, not once. It could only last a minute or two, so I…
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Fumes of sugar rose to Kofi's brain - intense, foreign, disquieting. At every turn of the handle, Kofi wouldn´t know which flavour would suddenly prevail, whether he would like it, or how long it would last …
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He called me Jay. I called him Dr Corvid. Until the very end, we lived alone. We had no use for any other companionship. I was Dr Corvid's finest achievement until he perfected his Disintegration Ray. I was the first working prototype of Project Novus.Dr Corvid created me…
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It is the fragrance of decay/
as paint, polymers and dyes/
outgas molecules of themselves
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As soon as those planes hit the buildings on September 11, it was pretty much all systems go for Cheney's long-planned Iraqi invasion. But first he had to shitcan an aide who showed him in detail how Iraq would eventually…
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Saturday at Portobello market. Wind whittles leaves from the trees; casts shop signs into windows, turning glass to shimmering fishscale.
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My pain is a black pearl hidden in a clean shell.
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I could put on some music, but it just pushes me further away from you, so it seems. It takes me out far beyond the safety breakers and then reintroduces me to my own splashing two-fisted fear of swimming. You can swim through …
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It may be her destination, but was it also her destiny?
In a desperate wave of inspiration, she decided to let fate take its course.
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She’s gotten more involved in the game with menopause.
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...he was suddenly and hazily relieved that he had something in Persepolis and blue agave plants to talk to her about.
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I made a man of men. He made a man of me, the way all men are finished, in tragedy and sorrow. Together, we make a story, for other men, brothers and sisters.
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Pots of wine crowding the forehead until irrational thought crowds out the stubborn lizard of sanity and, God knows, my elegance. What else is left? As the young seeks change, so will I. Seeks the carmine lip, so the white bud seeking God, the unchanged
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—Have you ever fired a gun?
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...it was moving toward me from an oblique angle somewhere behind, steadily, relentlessly.
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I suppose I'd rather Tomorrow be heroic.
It would make the passing of time less villainous.
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