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The coal carts come and go like the seasons, never stopping.
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100422
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In frustration, he picked up a hammer and slammed it straight into the center of the mask.
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100410
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I saw the little family that lives
under the neighbor's backyard deck
two weeks before while decapitating grasslets
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100410
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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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100310
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Excuse me, can I now
ask to change my favorite childhood color
from green to yellow?
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100331
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a random sticker that says, Repent Sinner, and a club lineup snaking around the corner and sirens and that urine smell at alley's mouth
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100311
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All I ask is that the guy has teeth and an income. More important are the teeth because he can always get a job, but he can’t un-rot the teeth he’s lost to meth.
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100300
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The money stank on the table. Money is dirty she said, one of the dirtiest things. So many people touch it. This pile of brine would not explain its reek, only demanded that we accepted its stench as requisite. It had to have been the cash that stank, prior to its arrival…
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100354
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Is there a homunculus in my brain guiding everything like the pilot of an airliner?
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100331
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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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100332
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I spent the evening looking at our old pictures. /
We were never happy. I realize that now.
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100386
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It’s not that cold but the cold that is/
penetrates layered cloth and soft skin/
to chill the blood in its capillaries
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100311
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It was a mildly windy day of the working week in the financial district of the city—the bright morning sun was out—when a security guard was called to the fifteenth floor to deal with a disruption.
“This way.”
Someone pointed to a desk. At the desk
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1003105
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The light they love to hate so much is always pulsating within each life; the unbelievable color sword of what happens next when any two people find each other in their hearts and all pretense is somehow gone, for at…
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1003189
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The Street singer gathers up his coins
and counts to a hundred before
The last string stops vibrating
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100342
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That morning in the driving rain a sequence of automobiles appeared on the streets in the region with headlights in the form of television monitors
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100377
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The arithmetic of human experience/
is always a losing game for some. Poor Jane. Rich Dick.
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100355
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They’ve deduced she’s still of sound mind and body. What do they know?
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100311
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Who's that? I don't know. …
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100311
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The following is a true story. Though it happened 35 years ago, it happened last night too. Everyday a new convert is welcome, a new tapestry begun. A new hunger is born.
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100332
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And so began my love affair with a thick, semisold substance. Sort of like Mary Van de Velde, the chubby girl who was my partner in my 6th grade polka troupe.
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100265
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A nuclear-plant fuel rod engineer, Dimitri Kastrotov, had an axe to grind, so invented an atomic deterrent, to counterbalance mankind. He targeted the filthy rich, greedy sons of a bitch, breeding war, weapons and nukes at a reckless fever pitch After …
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100232
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I remember when I first came to California, I heard a mockingbird sitting in a tree, calling out in the names of other birds. It was down in L.A. I was staying at my brother's house in San Gabriel and driving in every day to the campus at UCLA to go to s
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100253
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I've lost the remote control to my brain
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100295
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"I wanted to see cities whose names sounded like sad sighs...Oaxaca, Guanajuato, Reynosa, Camargo..."
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100264
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i am two / one part me / another part them
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100242
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After it is over, I go out into the world, to the café. The flower sellers are setting up their booth outside the glass doors. Classical guitar over the speakers. A soft rain falling. Heads bowed, reading the news. Coffee, croissants, cappuccino. This g
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100231
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"The food tastes kind of...off."
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100221
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She heard the quick footsteps and knew where they were headed. Running down the hall she knew she “only had 1 hour left and there was no time to waste”.
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100231
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The white and yellow are sublime and desperately powerful, like angry screaming over tears and through laughter or hatred. Maybe the words are about crying or laughing, but the expressions are altogether impenetrable and distant. The jokes told behind the teeth and through…
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