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I got kicked out of a soup and salad place last week for trying to buy a large soda so I could sit and eat my sack lunch there while I read “Love’s Desperate Creatures” by Dorothy Danville. Have you read it? Its great. I’ll give it to you when I’m done
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Across the placid sea/The only moving ship/
Was eyed by Blackbeard
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A pig weighing nearly 300 pounds was discovered in the back of a wrecked car in Youngstown, Ohio. The car, a Nissan Cube, was totaled, but Penelope the pig was unscathed.
The car, which belongs to Wendy Thrasher, Penelope's owner, was apparently stolen
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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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Instead, we found his red-inked list of boys who would never be saved,
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She's waiting there, for you, in bed
but the analgesic cigarette
calms your mind more than her heat.
She's there waiting, in your bed,
eyes closed, fluttering, somewhere
between the dream and practical world.
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"More and more levels of physicality. And his eyes, man. His eyes were all wet, and... sparkly.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. And before I can stop the escalation, he's massaging my heart.”
“Get the f__k out..."
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a man and a woman in a room at the end of the world.
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Do not spank the truth
Whatever else you do
You do not ever
Spank the truth
If you let the truth be spanked
You will be diminished
And it will never let you
Be finished, instead
When you are dead
You will dangle in the land
Between
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When she was just a little bit younger, Dana wanted to be known around town as something other than the girl who used up all the machines at the laundromat with her little brothers' Spiderman underwear and her grandpa's pants soiled with God-knows-what. Something…
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I am the ocean. My soulless organs live in all of its motionless movement. I am the low. The high. The in between. I am nothing. Back and forth, I simply float along: existing, rising, and then falling into a life that can be considered one big decision left…
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Mayumi and Rumiko stood at the top of a hill into stone forest, with the town in view from a distance. The mist made a single path, safe for everyone to travel through. In the town, there were lights flickering everywhere, some areas in total darkness.
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The clouds cried more than silver tears,
this time.
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An expanse of trees, grass, scrub, heathers, sky, space. A grey horse, the type her gran would have placed a bet on, approaches. "Don't like flies?" he asks. He holds her gaze, walks closer. Seventeen black flies crawl over the right side of his head. "What…
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They run nonstop for weeks. Between traffic stalled cars. Down forgotten subways tunnels drilled long ago in the cold earth. Past burning sugarcane fields.
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As I fall to the ground I realize that in a few moments I will be experiencing a new kind of pain. The last pain. The last pain I will ever feel.
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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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They prize how she makes shit up on short notice
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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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You know what happened. You heard about it. We were considered unuseful to the Nazis and were gassed in those shower rooms. It was all over so quick; I had hardly a chance to understand. I really did not feel anything because before it was over, I, being
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^ through a busted window in this desert…
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She was just a small dog with a big heart.
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Ben was cheered to see Monique in good spirits again.
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I remember the first time I met the virgin, Terry (not Mary.) She was in the back seat of an old Plymouth convertible with its top down, jam-packed with raucous high school girls vying to see which one of them could be the most loud and obnoxious, and w
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If Don’s story was one of faith carrying someone through his trials, the story of Randy Slafter is another. It was faith that brought him and his family to Johnstown 15 years ago. The wings of faith protected him from the dark angels of grief and tragedy
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Today I’m feeling crabby and haggard and technology makes it easy to get to the point.
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Darling Valentine’s pale legs shone in the dark, a beacon for the car driving without headlights along a tree-lined row of brownstones.
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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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