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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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The world is a mighty funny place. It spins wildly and we are held down by its strong ghostly gravity. We're still able to communicate with one another over morning coffee and delicious cake donuts dipped in chocolate. Some of us used to keep…
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They prize how she makes shit up on short notice
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She dropped the bundle of faggots she had collected and spun around with her mouth open.
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They’ve deduced she’s still of sound mind and body. What do they know?
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This day, oh, this day… shoved joy and gratitude in my face, then tossed in beauty and just a touch of grace. A Piping Plover set my sorrows by the side, nabbing morsels when it could, then racing from the tide. Junior Eagle perched…
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My Mother always said that a storm was death knocking.
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I understand why Warhol said/
“I want to be a machine.”/
Forget this sorry clay.
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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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okay fine, on the count of three
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Make paddles of his hands
Use his skull to bail
Rig his thigh bones for a mast
And his skin to make a sail
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They left the breath of their souls
upon the lips of others
and jumped in with all abandon
They felt the winds on their skin
as the heart flew by them
on its way into the lost nature of time
This time they flee the country of the soul
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I look as sympathetic as I can, under the circumstance, which is entirely unsympathetic.
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I haven't been here in a while!
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I've lost the remote control to my brain
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In the moment
I crinkle the aluminum foil,
The sandwich now a deeper
Part of me
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Just like real life before poundsigns.
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I made a man of men. He made a man of me, the way all men are finished, in tragedy and sorrow. Together, we make a story, for other men, brothers and sisters.
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Green is the color of emeralds, jade, and growing grass. In the continuum of colors of visible light it is located between yellow and blue. Green is the color mostShades of green desireIn the Category: Shades of green Green politics meet…
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Charlie Hancock missed the bus. Started walking.
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I suppose I'd rather Tomorrow be heroic.
It would make the passing of time less villainous.
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I was like a bullet shot from a university tower
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His granddaughter, Ivy, sat on his knee looking at an old photo album she found under the couch during one of her afternoon explorations. She made him wipe off the dust and cobwebs before he took her through all the pictures, per normal protocol. The albu
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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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her expressive sigh releasing. Sated. The last of our kind, evolving flightless we remain on the ground, culling through corpulent consumption.
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He sees the dogs through the window, his babies, sleeping on opposite ends of the couch. His girl, lying supine, hind legs spread, grotesquely, almost comically, as far as they can without being flush with the cushion. His boy, Cosmo, face down, the power…
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