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I want you to tell me the truth, she said. The whole fucking truth.
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130211
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..Sheena's not there to make my morning coffee and the brain cells I feel slowly dying are not expiring because of bad Aussie pop songs.
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130241
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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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1302126
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We hold fast to the bed’s corners, afraid our bodies, these new old bodies, have forgotten how to love in its center.
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130285
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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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130220
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It’s possible that you’re dying. Every headache a brain tumor, your friend once said. You laughed then. Now you begin to see what he meant.
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130254
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“If we had more bats we’d have fewer bugs,”
I said. She shrank back into her sweater,
and gave me a look, then a shrug.
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130200
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This time he was dressed in a snap-brimmed hat, zoot suit with a gold chain and two-toned shoes; something out of a sad, lost Los Angeles past. I had no choice but to follow him as he walked down stairs that led to the Metro. We stood near one another,…
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130254
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A gentle man,
and a fierce woman,
charmed one another
in a shaded gazebo.
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130298
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War Stories #1The Germans didn't like that theJews had such beautiful women.War Stories#2There must have been a war between the good witches and the bad witches. It's the only thing that would account for such troubling times.Woman With Yellow HatWhy did…
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130197
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a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single
ticket
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130100
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We at Cahiers must continually ask–is le cinema de kung fu pimping really, truly—as bad as it wanna be?
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130112
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Every time it happens,
I think of Amber Heard
and how hard you can be slapped
without a bruise forming.
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130142
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Girolamo Dente was nodding off in his studio at Découvrir Art when he heard the alarm.
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13011411
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Dear Brandon Lee: I know that you're dead and can't respond to letters, but I've always felt a connection to you.
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130111
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She never leaves her desk, but food appears like magic.
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130153
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only thoughts lost in lonely trails of red
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130000
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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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130000
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During the hangover, I crawl to my desktop computer and then Google “rapid STI testing” and “speedy divorce”
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130000
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Martin met Siena in the elevator, carrying two brown bags of groceries. She asked him to press the button for floor eight. As they rose, Martin fixed his eyes on the display as it changed numbers: G, 2, 3… and so on.
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130054
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Along with Bad Bunny
comes the reckless dancing
the ambulance chases
and the long, drawn-on faces
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1300106
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“still watersrun deep” is not my portionborn to make waves Formed from the ocean
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130031
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Don’t get me wrong. Maria Shriver is hot, but her angled face makes me think a knife thrower is out to get me.
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1300113
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I've written of this and I've written of that, Have scriven as you have it either that or this: But if you strive against the wind when you decide to piss, They say, you'll find up firing against your hat- Like some old Brother who was broiled when…
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1300158
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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130022
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The Argument: A couple of young female lovers, one slightly older than the other one, decide to part ways. The elder has contracted a terminal illness, and they decide the best way to part ways would be by joining together through a suicide pact.…
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130042
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I had a friend in high school that wore a size G bra and we would take guesses on how much her tits weighed in comparison to the rest of her body. I spent a night wondering how she kept upright.
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130042
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there is a tunnel / between your skin and the ground / for kisses to crawl
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130021
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“You think it’s a self-castrating suicide note or a self-righteous freedom speech?”
“Probably just the ramblings of a madman, pissed he lost a company baseball game.”
“Fuckin-A, Pete! Double-murder suicide for a baseball game? Ain’t nobody that craz
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130022
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Through void decks of apartment blocks,
Over roads on overhead bridges,
Down small streets on concrete pavements.
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