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One of these days
we aren’t going to believe
whatever they tell us.
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I saw Vincent one day, sitting at a café table that was situated right next to the quays of the Seine, with another artist by the name of Bernard. Vincent had his back to me, and he was leaning forward in his usual hyper-excitement, gesturing wildly
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My friend and I were once walking the aisles of a supermarket because we decided we were going to have roasted duck. We didn’t know how to cook, but as the old Filipino reds used to say: If not now, when? If we don’t learn how to cook now, as in NOW, then
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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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a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree
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There aren’t requirements, only expectations. I’m writing this, because, at the time it happened it seemed strange to me. People might think I’m writing because now, it makes sense, right? It doesn’t, I’ll tell you that much. I’ll also tell you what i
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I used to fear things. The lonesome wind come through the clapboards. Dry hillsides rustling. My own skin in the summer heat. Rattlers. Lurking. Abandoned coal pits. Pa said I was afraid of desolation. I didn't know what he meant by that. How can you be…
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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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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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my loosening grip on time.
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It was a dire and dun-colored year when groupies wept and autograph seekers put down their pens.
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A friend has been shopping an opera around without success. It's about Arthur Inman, a hypochondriac who hired people to talk to and, in some cases, have sex with him.
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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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Instead, we found his red-inked list of boys who would never be saved,
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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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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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I stepped down on what looked like a mouse
Bloody and lifeless outside of our house.
I took bag in hand and prepared to grab it
When I realized the thing was the head of a rabbit!
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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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Pascal would let something slip now and then. He was sharp and spoke excellent English, with a beautiful Spanish accent. He corrected speech among the guys, but he exercised his lessons in grammar with an eloquence that fascinated all of us, not letting a
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“It’s time we moved our relationship back into an upright position,” I said.
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“The King,” he paused, pursed his lips, looked across the crowd of eager and fearful citizens of Ki, “is dead!”
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"...she became aware of
her cold saliva
dripping slowly over her bare
arm muscle,..."
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“Have the cousins arrived?”
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"a ratty, red, medium-sized bicycle for sale in a ratty, medium-sized yard."
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It loomed -- unavoidable.
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I was insufficiently abused as a child.
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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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I’d look for a fork and quickly stab a piece of it and bite into it, feeling good about the finality of things.
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on cd I make
john hiatt does not smash
perfectly good guitar
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