1420 9 6
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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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142063
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142000
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"Is all life suffering?" Miss Ang asked as she parked in front of the brothel. The concrete monstrosity stood humble and lost in appearance, but the locals knew what transpired there, as did the truckers and businessmen that frequented the Phetkasem Highw
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142020
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Lu loved his mother, but her anxieties nagged at him like poison ivy. You can't avoid scratching it, but the more you do, the worse it gets.
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142066
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circumstances//
squeeze the heart so hard/
that you should die but don’t.
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1420138
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Instead, we found his red-inked list of boys who would never be saved,
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142042
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you happen to me like motorcycle tricks
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142044
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“Kids okay?” I didn’t mean anything by it–it would have been innocent small talk any other time–but he took up the suggestion.
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141900
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“It’s time we moved our relationship back into an upright position,” I said.
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141942
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Depression had Frank in its craw.
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141943
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"...she became aware of
her cold saliva
dripping slowly over her bare
arm muscle,..."
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141900
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We at Cahiers must continually ask–is le cinema de kung fu pimping really, truly—as bad as it wanna be?
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141933
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"a ratty, red, medium-sized bicycle for sale in a ratty, medium-sized yard."
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141997
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Savvy as a nine-year-old playing poker with high rollers in Las Vegas, that was Paulie. She'd finally thrown Dick Weasel out the night before, but that morning Diana'd shot down their plan of sharing the house in a “man-free”…
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141931
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He pronounced the Afrikaans word with the vowel sound like the vowel in dour. It meant box, but it also meant cunt.
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141900
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There was much joy in Galilee, for it was not often that two marriages, not merely one, were celebrated in one ceremony.
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141931
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For weeks they used every medium to say: This day will be an end or a beginning.
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141965
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I heard them praying to some god
none of us had ever heard of.
I'm glad I went to the funeral
and still have the yellow rose that I
did not throw into his grave.
At some point
you have to stop nibbling
from the moldy cake.
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141851
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a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree
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141863
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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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141865
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The one at
dusk is not the one you met this morning.
That one's gone like a head in the window.
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141832
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my loosening grip on time.
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141844
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And if I lived a thousand lives...
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141888
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I was insufficiently abused as a child.
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141852
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As the breeze slowly died, another breeze brought her back up, one breeze after another like the hands of God carrying her through the sky.
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141892
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i watch my mind not wanting to touch the vanished rusty notes remain objects of consciousness heaven and hell inside us each moment birds fly through mental speech dark garden rain olive green cool breath of betrayal siempre mixed with greed awakens…
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141897
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Our half-life, radioactive decay, particles shed leaving dust and bone."twilight years", "golden age", "evening of life"?Bullshit. I'm not ready to stop pumping high octane.You said, "I'll take you to Paris."Hemingway's address is still in your notebook, I saw it.I'll wear…
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141854
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It was noon and cloudless when I pulled over next to the icehouse, wedged in the X formed by two dirt roads.
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141898
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Sometimes, you compare your living situation to a prison because it makes you feel better. "At least I have a fridge," you think to yourself.
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141820
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Where We Come From (ver. 2.0) (Leadwood, Missouri pop. 1,200) I Matt lit a joint here driving beneath the arms of dying trees The moon shone through in jigsaw puzzles that we could never quite figure out Gravel crackled like leaves in fire …
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