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All I need is a break; to meet a woman who has access to a fruit fly database, either personally or through a trust established by her fruit-fly collecting grandfather.
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144298
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This is what happens when a writer falls in love...
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1442119
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One night while in rehab I had a dream that I worked as a violin maker in Salzburg.
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1442154
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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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144253
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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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144200
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His left hand is still clutching the blue Bic lighter in his pocket, rubbing it slowly but firmly. Anticipation is building, filling Theodore up like a combustible gas inside of a too-small container.
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144241
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I was like a bullet shot from a university tower
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144277
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we can say all we couldn’t say
when the ears could hear us
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144243
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I'm not generally a believer. But I do sense things. I see things.
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144265
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She locked herself in the bathroom on our wedding night. That was my first clue that I had made a mistake.
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144296
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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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144166
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Winter will be cold this year, you tell her. You read that. She says she is with child with her new husband. You tell her she's forty-five, it is selfish. The baby. It's fine. You demand to be at her tests. Evan may let you, she says. He's a doll. She would never use that…
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1441117
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The condemned, arrested/
and convicted as a consequence/
of cheerlessness, must be prepared
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144100
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It's hard not to sound dramatic when you begin a letter "On Earth..."
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144151
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A tattoo of a river steamboat, one you dreamed up in your sleep and drew yourself is anchored around your nail bed on your thumb. I paint my nails with regatta sails. The toxic fumes sting my nose. You say you're bored and take out a needle filling it with ink. I watch as…
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144100
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Psycho? You dare call me psychopath? I am not some crazy person with but the thinnest belt of sanity wrapped around them! The world will know my story… they shall see! My purgatory... this dripping cell… pen and paper to capture the overflow of words…
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144111
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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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got the space heater going in the desert
got a lot of space out there somewhere
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144100
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Don't slow down, he said, time grows shorter every minute.
So you pretended to stay young or cheated on your marriage or forgot to watch your children growing up, and still never found someone who could understand you.
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144121
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They put me in charge of developing a drug that stifles fear.
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144121
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Wild bore the wind down on me, coming out of the heavens that turned around the stars of the evening. The longing and the appetite at work in the body, all tickling to open a girl’s mane, gaping, health-giving crossroads to the body. Hail and farewell t
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144111
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she felt something warm and wet on her ankle and it was producer #1's green tongue and he was still sitting down behind the table and it traveled slickly and caressed her calf with a sensuousness she wouldn't have thought something so ugly could possess
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1441137
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We have been well and truly fucked with ideological batons
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144185
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The model takes off her clothes and poses nude for our class. We draw her likeness on paper.
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144122
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At the Winslow Funeral Home in Winslow, Arizona, just like in the Eagles’ 70s song “Take It Easy,” only I’m not taking it easy.
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144100
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She dropped the bundle of faggots she had collected and spun around with her mouth open.
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144112
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To stop myself from imagining myself/ kissing you on your face, feeling your/
eyelashes on my lips as I pass over them,/
I imagine myself murdering you with/
an axe instead...
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144195
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I understand why Warhol said/
“I want to be a machine.”/
Forget this sorry clay.
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144131
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Ashford Garth Willingsham IV stood looking out at the Gulf of Mexico from his mansion on Longboat Key. In his right hand was a letter from his divorce lawyer, Reynard Foxx...
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