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What chaos comes from / insufficiency? What else can calcify dreams?
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99140
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Bipolar. Schizophrenic. Alcoholic.
Addicted. Abused. A reader?
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99111
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It matters little who thought of it first, what mattered was the schism. Or, to be more accurate, those on the opposite sides of the schism. And, of course, you are a part of this, dear reader. You are of one side or the other.
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99132
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one day the words will form an order, one day the words will make a rhyme, one day the words will make a meaning
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99100
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It's not actually about blow jobs, sex, or coitus of any kind. You probably won't like it.
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99110
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Steven 33 started small, made it big then opted out. All the great pillars of the world’s economic construction do that. Steven 33 saw an opening, then sold the idea just before yesterday dawned. His first fortune grew from fear.
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99011
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No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.
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99042
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A daydreams about a woman whose name he’s forgotten next to B, who’s been drunk since afternoon.
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99064
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I am the boy with the olive skin who takes pictures of lewd sex acts performed by nobodies on stage at the Rock Creek Lodge Testicle Festival in Missoula, Montana.
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99021
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Like the willow she stands alone, swaying.
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99061
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HORDES OF MEN desolated, struck down, destroyed, sunken form of skin and skeleton, bare cloth matted to torso, bodycage and hipbone, face and neck darkened, bloating to black, rain the endless dream stuck fast in the stone-dead skull and blood a fine sheen over all,…
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99042
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So we stayed on the train admiring the time.
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She pulled into the doorway. Uncertain where to spend the night. Certain there'd once been a place with food. Here. This place. She remembered. Curtains. Small tables. Coffee cups thick-handled and sturdy. Crockery.
Some words came back.
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99000
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She once told me that cleanliness is next to godliness, but I think everything is next to godliness, if you care enough to pay attention.
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99000
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After dividing the sabliereand after the outliers roll away,disappear,or sit like a thrombus between two fingers,will there be enough in the dayfor you to watch the sun saginto its everyday tomb,to listen to the sagittal sighof a passing evening,to eat the last fruits of a…
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99000
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Mayumi and Rumiko stood at the top of a hill into stone forest, with the town in view from a distance. The mist made a single path, safe for everyone to travel through. In the town, there were lights flickering everywhere, some areas in total darkness.
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99020
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I drove all night, but there weren’t nothing Roy Orbison about it. I’d been driving and around lunchtime I just thought I might stop by Shona’s place.
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99030
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His mother named him Far because she had high hopes for him
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99011
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Love needs loathing like cold weather needs warm clothing. And all truths, untruths and part truths need a place to live when a mind gets too sardine-packed with information and cynicism...
Some say there was a time when the light was brighter, the ear
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99043
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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.
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99000
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If they don’t cover consequences in your gifted and talented program, you may care to research it.
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99000
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You need only one who notices.
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99011
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There is an air of sulfur about you. I cannot tell if / it emanantes from you, or it is the stink of your clothes / from having been in hell for so long.
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99071
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The sound of a siren approaches his home. His wife asks him why he's so nervous. It's nothing, he says, but he rises from the couch and peers into the night from behind the curtains. The siren approaches relentlessly. The road twists and turns and the sound fades but always…
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99051
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99043
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Hail the yellow cab the yellow one will do just fine as second condiment to the sun
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99021
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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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98921
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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98953
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He slathered the glue on my scalp and talked non-stop about Harlem. Electrodes or nodes, I never asked which, would measure something inside my head. I doubt they actually did though, measure anything. I've had the pleasure of having wires glued to my skull before and have…
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989112
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They frequent the open oceanbut not on this daythis day is dark and dank after aheavy rainstormI wait for them to come back tothe waterthey don't comeI wonder where they hide duringthe stormthe gulls don't fit in tree holesso where, where are they?
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