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127733
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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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127711
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A 20-footer up on skids
sky-blue paint beneath the bondo
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127733
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Once in a while I have the time of my life /
in this god-forsaken Earth:
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127721
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son a superfly/alligator shoe clad/networking man/working a beeper and flip phone/twisting blueberry spliffs/on ma's porch
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1277145
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I suggested when we passed the flesh shack that we turn around and that I go in and say to the sex workers that the Russians are fetching $3.5K per hour in Manhattan and it's private, unlike there at that road-side shack.
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1277104
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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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1277159
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Squeeze the Word into Flesh
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127752
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i once knew a place where lost souls gathered. there were various itinerants and the ill-intentioned, the malevolent and hard-hearted. but there were also many good ones and that was a type of charm upon the area. good souls can be lost also, and this is what some…
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127766
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state a shambles, mountains and rivers endure./meanwhile, the city hides amidst spring's thick growth . . .
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127642
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No freebies. You want to read it, you have to read all of it.
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127601
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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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127621
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The elephant was breakable and I know that my grandmother held her breath every time I went near it, and I was repeatedly cautioned that it was not to be played with only admired. She taught me in her own way, respect for it. She may have commented on the green with a bit…
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127600
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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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1276158
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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127621
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Ben exited the uptown Broadway Local at 103rd and oriented himself.
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127620
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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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127600
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she flips
you a smile and a white plastic menu, and all the blood in
your head, and upper body rushes to your crouch, and god-all-
mighty, space aliens from the planet Vanna White could be landing in their unnumbered hoards in the parking lot, and all
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1276118
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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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127611
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She never leaves her desk, but food appears like magic.
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127600
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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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127632
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Hi de ho, and hey, hey, hey; The farmer's daughter is made of hay. I went to touch her but she blew away, And noo ma hert is nae langer gay. Hi de hoo, and how do you do? The farmer's wife has a cold up her flue, And takes me away…
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127610
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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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127644
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127673
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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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127642
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Frank left Michiko’s building and walked into Central Park.
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127622
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This is the record of a drowning.
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127695
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I want to write a story about a woman who lies to men about her height.
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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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127600
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The mist monster leaned over the building, drawing its face close to Mayumi. Its’ lavender eyes locked onto the Magi as she stood there ignoring Rumiko’s calls to flee.
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