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each act of creation is a jolt of expectation
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124221
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Shut up.You shut up.That's disgusting.You should talk.Fuck off.Fuck me.whore.Yes.More.Shut up.
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124211
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While Leif was still very young, his emotions were very easy to read, for they appeared on his parchment coloured skin, named in his mother's writing. When he was seventeen, Leif fell in love. She was a pretty maid, one of the college servants who kept his…
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124212
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indelicate, as everything arrives at once.
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124200
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"That it was my stepdad's fault."
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124241
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IV. From Hoover Dam The intent of passive presence wreathes an endless ring, Invisible, beyond all thoughts and change to sickness. This hour beats sibylline as vacancy, breathing Through mouths that do not taste their nothingness. I do not know where you are;…
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124233
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I feel like I should tell you
things about strength.
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124282
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I have always been frightened of Ferris Wheels
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1242169
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Our disappearance would register/
as the movement of a sand grain/
on a windy beach full of sand.
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124264
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when you betrayed the vain ambition of my death,/I did not complain.
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124232
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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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124241
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Dragonfly She danced out of the burning rubble, wrapped in a shawl made of iridescent silk. It must have been her grandmother's. Her arms were wings, the silk translucent and fluttering. Fire fell from the sky. Thatched roofs, walls of mud-daubed sticks, the huts…
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124100
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She's speaking again, this time in whispers. Her head is shrinking in on itself. If there is a way to save her I'm not aware of it.
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124165
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124153
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He is sitting in the infinite rain
and the water is making him some infinite silhouette
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124100
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I know I used to say I’d rather walk on the moon with my own rapacity. And you can easily say things like that, given the luxuriance of youth. But it was a lie, if you want to know the truth. That is only so much hot balloon air, puffed up in the chest,
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12411911
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Culture gives what it feels you deserve/
in the cul-de-sac of your time and place.
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124122
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paste into browser:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsSKsjOTCFU&feature=em-upload_owner
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124164
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in the pink distance / a boy in a corduroy shirt / sits before an upended electrical spindle / and drinks a vodka gimlet
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124111
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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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124110
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His nervous cackle makes me sick - Oh, if only - Times were different - That knife - Would fit so nicely in his back
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124111
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We gig, we perform, we laugh, we cry, we play our guitars, bass, drums, voice.
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124122
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This is the record of a drowning.
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124121
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The woman leapt from the top of the burning building. The flames reddened the faces of the watching crowd. The heat pushed them back. The woman hit the ground. The crowd oooooed. If only I'd been a firewoman, I thought, with a ladder as tall as a building and a…
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124010
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Excuse me, can I now
ask to change my favorite childhood color
from green to yellow?
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124084
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In the moment
I crinkle the aluminum foil,
The sandwich now a deeper
Part of me
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124032
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[YOU BETTER BE READY FOR THIS!]
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124000
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It’s just another
Day where I feel tired, but I
Don’t know why it’s so.
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124020
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She had the smile of a pixie on mushrooms in a disco ball universe, and I dug her style.
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124043
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I used to fear things. The lonesome wind come through the clapboards. Dry hillsides rustling. My own skin in the summer heat. Rattlers. Lurking. Abandoned coal pits. Pa said I was afraid of desolation. I didn't know what he meant by that. How can you be…
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