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And I am reminded of river eyes:
The summer we slumbered,
Like mummies in the sand
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“Well” I say. “What do you think about the dilemma of a guy who’s tortured by a history of incest and bondage?”
“Depends” Says Al. “On who was cested and who was bonded.
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Suddenly, the room was filled with a screaming vortex directed at a pinpoint in the corner. Timmy's bureau was gone and everything loose in the room was flying towards the spot it had occupied. Timmy stood up in horror. He tried to seal this rent by tossi
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Meanwhile stars continue to surprise...
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The boy buckled in and told his mom, “No mommy, I can do it myself”
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What’s your favorite emotion? Mine is ripping the sky apart and standing on a star outside of time.
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Eat the Body/
Drink the Blood/
Perfect the sacrifice,
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And pity us, this generation of sighing:
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He arched an eyebrow. He was "thinking" — a tricky thing to do, when you never read, even the newspaper.
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My mother should have been a minister or a peace officer. Instead, she was a homemaker who ran the home like an agency. There were certain hard and fast rules.
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...she had marked the stars with a blue pen, connected the dots to make Andromeda, Cassiopeia, told us of the gods behind the stars...
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When she would leave my pillows still smelled like her. I would just inhale her for hours afterwards, sex and honeysuckles.
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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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The kitchen is full of old girlfriends. I avoid them. They are munching on cheddar and sharing stories I'm sure I don't want to hear.
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The story of a second, a stone, and an android -- all curiously interrelated and all, coincidentally, named Gretchen
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Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
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You think you are a perpetual motion machine, free of thermodynamic law. I’m telling you, you’re wrong.
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he who laughs last is probably a dumbass fuck
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The Black night reached under his shiny silk jacket
And touched the steamy leather of his holster.
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temporary objects of desire
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"May I help you?"
She was beautiful.
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paste into browser:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VsSKsjOTCFU&feature=em-upload_owner
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The blind can be a little bit
Angry now and then
Trying to be independent
They don’t want or need your help
Usually. They’re a little like bees
You have to learn to leave them alone
But I remember one day when I
Guided the fingers of Bli
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Wind was a sorry excuse for force
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“How long you been waiting around?” he asks as he pockets my soggy ten-dollar bill.
“For a jump or break in life?” I ask.
He smirks. “I hear that.”
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I’d look for a fork and quickly stab a piece of it and bite into it, feeling good about the finality of things.
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