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"Don't pull too hard," warned Father. "You might sever it from the body, spraying blood into your eyes."
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10052015
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100530
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I guess you felt more comfortable holding your Moby Dick
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100500
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He then spent his walk home to his single apartment spitting up various textures of red, combinations of cherry and blood mostly.
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100522
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You are rounded just the way the mountain is, out the window. The sun sets on both of you now. Three of you, I should say: the mountain, and you, and little Frank, who is currently batting my ear because he doesn't want to be named Frank but it's for your dead father,…
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100500
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Licking my wounds.
That's what my mother calls it. I'm not really sure what that means or if it's true. Sure, losing your boyfriend, apartment and job in a matter of months can drive someone to do something impulsive. Something crazy. But I've always b
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100530
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Warren Jeffries had called me on the phone the night before and said, “Listen to this,” as he held the receiver out his bedroom window at the noise coming from the riot on campus. They were spraying gas over People’s Park, trying to get them to disp
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1005116
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Irony is written sarcasm. Sarcasm is spoken irony: the opposite of what is meant. Catholic irony in fiction seems deeper and more related to theme. Protestant irony starts with P as do other þing.
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100500
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He woke up four hours later with the second worst headache of his life. He leaned against the car door, his face against the window, and pulled the handle to open the door, but it smacked against the back wall vibrating the glass against his cheek. He tri
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1005137
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We have been well and truly fucked with ideological batons
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100523
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I even listen to the Ugly Kid Joe version. I fall asleep perplexed and disheartened.
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100552
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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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100552
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Like the Lady Miss Kier, I believe in the power of love. I believe.
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100511
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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100542
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It was Wednesday, the papers had a food section that day, so the gap-toothed news hawker at the mouth of Winter Street would yell out “Foozection! Foozection!”
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100522
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Happy Birthday to me.
It takes just a second on waking to remember,
It's June but it feels like December.
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100553
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Now that school is back in session, we move through our days like cage fighters, tagging in and out of matches: The Battle of the Bottle, The Diaper Duel, The Pout Bout. So while I'm assembling a casserole for tomorrow, Susan feeds Margot. While she washe
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100400
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...I made the mistake, thinking the point of a maze was to go in one side and out the other.
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100475
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Does sound shape silence/
or silence shape sound?
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100495
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The number is very large/
and perpetually changes//
as old stars fade, explode,/
or collapse into something not stars
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100421
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I want the luxury of hearing other people who disagree with me tell me why I’m an asshole!
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100465
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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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100433
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Nephew Joe, my old brother's son, came to fix our pipes. Strapping, strapless, hairless, tanned, he clinked with gold. He came out to us over the pipes... drip drip...I just wanted them fixed pronto. He took precious time. He cried...drip drip...I wanted him to stop. My…
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100421
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these three remainders you, me and her are the legacy of simple math
and boolean logic, not so much
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100410
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100410
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machine utility of thought,
intangible aesthetic of sentiment.
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100463
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100443
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I’m just living in my RV
Guess my parking karma won
Got some pigeons for my pets
Cause I’m sorta on the run
I’m just living in my RV
And I’m not the only one
But I’m getting kinda bummed
Cause I miss my little hon
Tried to kick my gambl
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100443
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100433
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It is dead, for a time.
Sometimes we are all dead for a time.
Our lives leave off, sleep under the weight of snow.
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