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Once in a while I have the time of my life /
in this god-forsaken Earth:
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128542
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Frank was happy to leave the art show and take the train back to SoHo.
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128500
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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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128521
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It's important to sound
human, I know
To get fragile
near your
mother
I myself
get glimpses
now and then
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128584
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Years ago when the smart of it was as nippy as this one.
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1285145
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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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1285104
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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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128587
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On high a centaur is pulling a yellow chicken on a sled.
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128522
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We walk though the streets of London, New York, Paris, Prague, Barcelona, Skegness, inhaling air heavy with metaphors, eyes set alight by the microscopic pyrotechnics of quotidian symbols hitherto debased by the outmoded conventions of a bankrupt civilisation decomposing in…
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128585
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Mari thinks that's all fine and fucking dandy.
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128573
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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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128540
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She had endured three years of abuse for those hot, fleeting moments of tenderness—just enough warmth to keep her second-guessing the bitter frost. Now the ring promised a lifetime of biting back her pain.
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128511
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The guy – it’s Billy Krazik - turns and aims at Jamie Stockwell, sitting there calmly as if he’s in the play or something and he takes two to the head.
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128564
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I wonder if she is my real mother, if I could get one of those paternity tests and find out if she’s my real mother and if the guy she told me was my father was really my father. I can’t remember him very well, just a lot of him screaming and hollering an
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128522
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This is the record of a drowning.
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128521
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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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128521
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You sleep. The time is soft and slow.
Your dreams are covered with the snow.
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128433
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Life's a beach? A bitch? Same thing.
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128495
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There were ten thousand photographs buried in the bottom of the jar
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1284158
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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128444
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"Shouldn’t I be able to easily get my arms around nothing?”
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128455
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128433
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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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128452
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Can we ever truly know reality? I don’t think so. But fly in comfort my friend. Lean back and enjoy the thrust of those engines.
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128476
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The outside world will intrude . . .
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128476
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We exist to facilitate/
successful conclusions of hopeless lives.
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128421
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So you printed your resume on this coffee cup - that’s something
- I wanted you guys to think about me every morning - while you were getting your coffee
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1284159
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Squeeze the Word into Flesh
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128453
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Well, now it has fallen away some
but I felt better about it when it was raging
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128465
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She locked herself in the bathroom on our wedding night. That was my first clue that I had made a mistake.
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