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Guttering semiotics, The jeremiads of delirium; Drinking lukewarm tea over a late candle Like Hamlet in a power-cut; Affecting his own audience of himself, Hastening soliloquies through gritted sophisms, Withered and spun to intentional…
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100543
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The old hate the young. Robe exposed monks do not Hate mosquitoes. It is one. It is one hand. It is one. Mountains don't hate sky. The rich hate the poor. The poor hate the rich. The parade of scholars hate the …
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100566
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And pity us, this generation of sighing:
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100522
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In the end, he knew he wasn’t going home.
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I couldn’t parse the grammar of her body
nor decode the secret softness of her neck.
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1005136
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April spit its greeting, toe to head.
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100500
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Email flash: Kate Winslet is separated hope wells in dry souls
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100510
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What chaos comes from / insufficiency? What else can calcify dreams?
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1005106
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Millennium jumped strumming lithium gum cumulative outnumber humiliated résumé jumpy instruments
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1005103
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One afternoon the kids from next door come over. Marion is our age, Jimmy a year younger. Marion's pretty. I can't even look at her.
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100451
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Samson was also somewhat in hopes that his son Jason would become engaged in this minor capitalist enterprise and 'turned around' in his life.
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100420
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He did not seek a place on a cabinet, nor to impress stockholders with placards of wealth and return; he did not enumerate the downtrodden and asocial with advertised miracle treatments, or write a best seller on the markings of success. All he did, all h
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100401
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I wrote a poem and asked a professor to read it. / He said: IMAGE IMAGE IMAGE IMAGE / like a mad man on meth, foam running down / his mouth crowded with sharp, shimmering teeth.
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100485
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Perhaps my grandparents, Fred and Lela, when they were growing up....
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100432
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"May I help you?"
She was beautiful.
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100400
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It’s the middle-aged jazz musician who tends to get lost in the shuffle; no longer news, and not ready for the marble statue-treatment.
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1004109
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We’re on The Worm. I dread the part where the train goes under the bay. I hold my breath until we safely emerge.
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1004108
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If you stop, you starve//
and they just offer what you do/
to others, starved already,/
and schooled, as you, in servitude.
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100402
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I once saw a TV commercial that showed a group of Anglo retirees laughing around a card table. The slogan 60 is the new 20 floated beneath their fat, fun-loving heads. My parents are bona fide Baby Boomers. Their lives are build on credit and catchy…
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100442
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I sense that I may have won a few hearts and minds with my stirring peroration. "Can I get anybody a Republican Party beer koozie to take home?"
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100454
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I don’t even want to think about Aethra shtupping Posiden and Aegeus
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100494
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Fear I’ll be stuck here without a ladder
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100410
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Wile E. Coyote? A junkie strung out on bunk dope.
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100464
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We believe in our love storyin spite of the ferocious efforts ofserial bankerseverywhere to discourage us from looking our damned nearprettiest if we really feel like it. I meangranted they do do their ugly troll dogimpressions of…
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I invited Henry to go out with me and Marge, suggesting he ask Ellen who he dated a while back and who still asked about him, but Henry shook his head “no” and said “out things” were just too boring at our ages — and besides, since his…
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100433
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. . . we agree that formal standards for identifying literary merit exist and are capable of being discerned, not merely of being ascribed. —but is this itself true?
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100431
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Though his heart aches
his melody seems to flow
It creeps into the dreams
of all in slumber in the valley below
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100484
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He stood with the bride of quietness / on the precipice of questions
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100474
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The energies align to compel you,/
wave by field, charge by pulse, into/
an ever increasing circle of speed
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All greatest things are tokens of themselves: They need no tongues to say why they are so, To say why suns surpass historic gulfs Or why the rain sheds more tears than the snow: Yet man must strive to paint what falls beneath The glance…
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