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there is a tunnel / between your skin and the ground / for kisses to crawl
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139842
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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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139862
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purely fun,
humane, scientific,
old time religious
experimentation
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139800
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Giant stars are beautiful, when you stand directly in front of them.But touching them, is a whole other story.Junior had touched one. A strong burning sensation flew through his arm and down his spine. A feeling of electrocution and burning at the same…
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My table offers up the gutted calf/
with carrots and potatoes yanked /
alive and whole
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The questions piled up so high I thought I'd neverget through the door.The ease of alcohol, the incline of submission. Guttural sounds and spittle.Wipe down the morning afterwith a shower.Redress in last night's clothes.There's coffee if you want it.Sincerity too -no,…
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139711
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Eating my teeth off pulling the silk from my lips and swallowing each kerchief wholejust trying to find the priest who has his heart set on a motorcycle
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139734
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My friend, drunk, spoke to me / outside a bar where we hung out; / and his eyes were red from tiredness,
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139722
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That night I came as close to getting laid as I had ever come in my life, without actually getting laid, after two and a half hours of intense petting, begging her to go down in the front seat of my car, with her asking: Why? Why, Jerry? Why? That was a
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Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh; the rhythmic thrust of Mezereon’s wings…Th-Bumm, th-bumm, th-bumm; the drumming of his heart…Hooou, hooou, hooou; the exhalations of his breath…
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we ran that afternoon/across Bayshore lanes/into green blooming fields, beyond all those
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You hold me now, and pay attention.
Everything is new.
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139794
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As a child I drowned myself in the pages of books, and as a writer I prefer to be left alone with my imagination.
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139711
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It was a mildly windy day of the working week in the financial district of the city—the bright morning sun was out—when a security guard was called to the fifteenth floor to deal with a disruption.
“This way.”
Someone pointed to a desk. At the desk
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She’d reached me after running through the directory, alphabetically. Apparently no one in the a’s or b’s or c’s before me would talk to her.
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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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My father taught me how to solder and that's when I first started to write. Now, when you hold the soldering iron in your hand and depress the trigger, the tip of the gun heats up. Novices uncoil the solder and place it on the hot tip, but that just results in it…
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okay fine, on the count of three
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i am two / one part me / another part them
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I had ink for blood then and “the news” was my oxygen.
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He will feast and die beneath the glaring gaze of the western sky, waiting patiently for what will come next
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139631
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She seizes my hand. I resist just enough to sense her strength.
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139644
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As the light changed and exhaustion set in, Suzy and Molly batted back and forth one more knock knock joke to avoid going home.
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139611
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They run nonstop for weeks. Between traffic stalled cars. Down forgotten subways tunnels drilled long ago in the cold earth. Past burning sugarcane fields.
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For Takama this created the second conundrum of the day. One even bigger than the first. When he’d first learnt that sensei and he would be boarding a flight together for a series of demonstrations in Geneva, little had he expected he would be locked up i
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In time's embroidery, the human storyis a short stretch of a short strand within the thread of half a knot-and that stretch of strand's defective. What will mourn us when we're gone?Not the plants which live so lightly on the earth.Not the scorpions and not the ants.Perhaps…
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I hand one of them the octopus and run out of the room.
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I lay on a table in a cold room in one of those little blue gowns that open in back.
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now I cannot shake. I am only one person. Thereis a sadness I cannot understand. Fathom. Control. Manipulate. Detonate.I used to kiss her tenderly. Do you think this sadness is wise to us? Don't point that gun at me! There is a sadness. There is another war. Iam…
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I was like a bullet shot from a university tower
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