1261 8 5
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Have you measured the cups, the conveyors' yield? Do you know the span? I am the LORD your God, she murmured.
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126142
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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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126111
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A 20-footer up on skids
sky-blue paint beneath the bondo
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126100
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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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126196
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Birds fly and people
hurry in the wind and rain like it's a matter
of pity.
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126121
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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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126163
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She was from Tennessee,
with advantages over me.
An upbringing surrounded by books
and sensitivity.
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126122
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a disease/ like junk-sickness/ like a jealous lover/ who discovers competition/ and meets it with a blade/ in your heart,/ not hers.
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126185
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Mari thinks that's all fine and fucking dandy.
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126121
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[WARNING: THIS FILM CONTAINS PROLONGED SEX SCENES OF AN EXTREMELY EXPLICIT NATURE AND SCENES OF GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, WHICH SOME VIEWERS MAY FIND SHOCKING AND DISTURBING.]
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126010
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Excuse me, can I now
ask to change my favorite childhood color
from green to yellow?
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126021
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Q: Tell me briefly about how you got into the death industry.
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126033
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126095
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There were ten thousand photographs buried in the bottom of the jar
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126000
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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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126032
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As far as I can tell, all he eats is wedges of cake
from the plate on top of his blanket as he
lies there in bed, smoking cigarettes and
staring up at the painting of a pile of shoes.
Or else this is a real pile of shoes
building up beside the
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126012
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Lovell saw his chance, and more quickly than anyone thought possible delivered a sharp blow to Linehan's hitherto untouched jaw. The Irishman collapsed, and stayed down for the full count of thirty. The courtyard was then filled with shouts of incredulit
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126022
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This is the record of a drowning.
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1259116
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Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
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125911
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The priest went into the place in those parts, the priest an old pear or grape gotten ripe and then moreso, but never actually expiring . He was hunched and it looked like he was broken at some integral part, but nobody could tell for sure where. One time, a bat…
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125900
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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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125900
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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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125901
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On the ridge in front of them, appeared a creature, neither man had ever seen before, standing taller than their horses, the strange beast walked on two powerful legs...
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125900
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The woman tapped a dark plastic stirrer on the tabletop in front of her to emphasize something she was saying.
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125954
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I can trust you with my secrets, can’t I?
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125911
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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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125933
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Today, I am almost entirely self-coincidental, though I still feel a lag lurking somewhere.
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125911
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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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125900
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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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12591411
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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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