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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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Coffee comes in KCups and you can't fight five wars at the same time.
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and you imagine euthanizing them if what she says is true, that she is leaving them to you in her will.
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paste into browser:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsSKsjOTCFU&feature=em-upload_owner
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--"Look at us," she murmurs. "Tristan and Isolde without the adultery."
--"Well, you can't have everything."
--"No? I heard otherwise."
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A gentle man,
and a fierce woman,
charmed one another
in a shaded gazebo.
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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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My table offers up the gutted calf/
with carrots and potatoes yanked /
alive and whole
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look at the shape here / is it not pleasing to the eye?
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Our entire planet became poisoned by the monoculture system of agriculture.
Mother Earth, who is the very soil we stand on, play on, dig in; Mother Earth, who is the very air we breathe, laugh in, talk in; Mother Earth, who is the very streams, river
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People act, today, as if there were no such thing as Death - i.e. they "psychotically" reify the notion that we "live on" in our work or more pointedly/poignantly in our offspring and in society qua Creation. This tendency was half present in the old Greeks - the …
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Your tunamelt cadence / Sank me to ocean floors
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A bridge not satisfied with just crossing the river - It slashed through the sky, crashed through nature - Creating a new nature, a double-decker
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One day, every girl I’ve ever slept with showed up on my lawn.
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He saw places that he hadn't thought existed. He found his analog from 17,000 years ago praying inside of a white pyramid in Kathmandu, and saw how the fireballs being catapulted through the air outside were stopped in midair by a beam coming from the top
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I hand one of them the octopus and run out of the room.
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IV. Upwards, into the white eye rising, There is will, to stay, yet stays no will to be. Come,…
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She remembers the days when she could have purchased every card in the store and found the words to fill them all.
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I visited his loft last week. There were many exciting new pictures. Francesco was your main money earner before, now he will be again.
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One/
can’t always trust the eye and ear//
in such matters but what can one do?/
Mistakes will be made.
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the burning thrusts/
of yellow in defiance of the frost
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Then I see her walking down the grass aisle: my assignment. She looks nothing like the image I have been trained with, but her identifier is strong.
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Even mockingbirds are scarce;
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That afternoon, after I'd swallowed that weight. Felt like a sinker, one of those weights that fishermen attach to their line to make sure the line goes down far enough. Go down far enough there, and I'll find it. That's what I was on about, that I had…
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I look as sympathetic as I can, under the circumstance, which is entirely unsympathetic.
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It was a bright day in April, the cruelest month, and the gears and pumps of the train beat on into the still air.
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Like a scroll spinning swiftly before his eyes, he deduced that the tracks around him could have been left by nothing but a dragon. “Father God, protect her,” he said as the gravity of Isabella’s situation hit him.
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While sipping Earl Grey tea in the tent of Princess Citronella, I could hear the nightime burping of several camels outside trying to settle down. A slight breeze entered in through an opened flap and gently vibrated a piece of paper the Princess was handing me. A dog…
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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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