1276 10 4
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Contest rules are simple. Two teams of five hunters each are established by drawing from pools of interested volunteers and selected prison inmates confined for capital crimes and illegal immigration.
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127622
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This is the record of a drowning.
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127621
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This energy said, "Fuck it, I am going to be the fucking sun."
In it’s language it sounded more like "Khershhhhhhh Hhhhhhhhhhh Zirshhhhhhh."
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1275108
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When you need a vacation...from everything.
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127533
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127576
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Whistler pounded a nuanced nail,
into our inferior foreheads.
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127501
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Ben followed Jean-Claude’s white Fiat. Every time Ben shifted gears, he was reminded of Arris’s punch.
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127554
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Is there a homunculus in my brain guiding everything like the pilot of an airliner?
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127511
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There aren’t requirements, only expectations. I’m writing this, because, at the time it happened it seemed strange to me. People might think I’m writing because now, it makes sense, right? It doesn’t, I’ll tell you that much. I’ll also tell you what i
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127500
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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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127520
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If you had gotten pregnant our last time, in 1967 (when you lied and told me “I guess I’m finally over you,”) then our son could have been that man you saw with the drooping moustache and his coattails flying in the lobby of the building in Louisville,
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127533
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As she slunk to her topless Mercedes
sparkling curbside, wax job hand rubbed
in Hamburg, testosterone heads turned
wishing similar treatment.
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127542
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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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127541
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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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127576
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We exist to facilitate/
successful conclusions of hopeless lives.
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127511
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She never leaves her desk, but food appears like magic.
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127500
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if i could i would leave/ my beating heart like flowers/ pumping blood upon your doorstep/ in gory testament/ to the way you make me feel.
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127521
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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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127511
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“And what kind of man would prefer all these dusty old books to my physical form? Who would memorize archaic incantations, when he could be whispering in my ear? Why search for the ancient splendors of metaphor, when one could be searching for the ...
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1275159
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Squeeze the Word into Flesh
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127573
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Not the torn magazine page, not the smell of ink, not the sweat of palm nor the froth of irish spring
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127542
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Frank left Michiko’s building and walked into Central Park.
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127595
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I want to write a story about a woman who lies to men about her height.
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127533
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WAITING FOR HURRICANE DENNIS, FLORIDA 2005 With soft eyes, she quizzed, shivered, said: “Where's Dad? Where's Ric? Will you leave me here alone? Are you all going to leave? Where's Peter? Do you feel all right? We're…
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127542
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Story of my life: I was ready for a nightcap and she was just beginning her night.
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127521
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You sleep. The time is soft and slow.
Your dreams are covered with the snow.
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127442
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No freebies. You want to read it, you have to read all of it.
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127495
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There were ten thousand photographs buried in the bottom of the jar
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127400
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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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1274188
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he who laughs last is probably a dumbass fuck
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