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130820
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Clatters and clatters ensued, and the splash destroyed all denial.
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130852
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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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130874
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She’d reached me after running through the directory, alphabetically. Apparently no one in the a’s or b’s or c’s before me would talk to her.
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130862
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purely fun,
humane, scientific,
old time religious
experimentation
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1308102
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Everything I understand / is in danger.
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130843
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Need not remember, the 6th of November.
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130885
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Picture it-/
air not clogged with the shit//
that makes Beijing the dark joke/
of the developed world.
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1308105
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I remember, when I was selling real estate, how you could always tell when there'd been a divorce. One room was conspicuously left emptied of its contents, and these rooms were never swept or tidied. Instead they were left just as they were when the par
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130873
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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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130853
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"All these people," Rammstein complained, "seems all they wanna do is write about love, and sex along with it, you know? And I think it's because it's all feelgood shit; you know, your sweet baby loves you, and he or she's hot as Angie or Brad, and…
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130853
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Could even drift off to
New Orleans for a slow sip
of a hurricane
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130822
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the small break of consciousness that is my dreamswaterso much wateri can never forgive the watertoo many tears
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130721
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Q: Tell me briefly about how you got into the death industry.
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130773
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130763
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If you shoot at them now, it'll be attempted murder or, worse, premeditated murder.
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130700
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This tanka poem was inspired by news report that the Macy's of "Miracle on 34th Street" fame has a white Santa in front and a black Santa in back.
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130700
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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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130731
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He fought off the U-boat packs in the Atlantic — one hand on the tiller, one on the torpedo launch button.
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130722
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So young. So innocent. How do you tell a little one that her mother is dying? The father seemed to be bathing in a sea of hopelessness lately.
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130700
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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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130711
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{ a Triolet }A smile, a wave as I stepped out Into another life altogether ‘Twas little enough to talk about A smile, a wave as I stepped out And O' how after they did shout (Yet now we only talk of weather) A smile, a wave as I stepped out Into another life…
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1307117
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...come come come come...
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130786
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She wakes up lip-syncing the remnants of a dream: the throb of cherry blossoms, the whine of lotus flowers.
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130711
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On his way to his first fishing expedition in the Bay Area, the man remembered the rustle and shimmer of the willows by the muddied Jemez River in New Mexico, cold beer, the clean camaraderie of childhood friends. He walked along a path choked with greenery to the San Pablo…
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130763
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She was from Tennessee,
with advantages over me.
An upbringing surrounded by books
and sensitivity.
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130786
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The bar was packed. Fascinated, Tom watched the shenanigans going on around him.
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130721
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In the living room of a model home, Mr. Jorgensen lived. He was a mannequin. He spent his days in display windows. He spent his commutes displaying the latest model cars.
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130776
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One/
can’t always trust the eye and ear//
in such matters but what can one do?/
Mistakes will be made.
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