1366 9 6
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Tell people of substance the truth.
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136600
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some are cameras, some are daggers, some are sauces pans, others are swords, and some will run off and others will burn a hole into the spot which they land.
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136610
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What chaos comes from / insufficiency? What else can calcify dreams?
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136643
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Hail the yellow cab the yellow one will do just fine as second condiment to the sun
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136500
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She's speaking again, this time in whispers. Her head is shrinking in on itself. If there is a way to save her I'm not aware of it.
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136542
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They sit across from each other and she smiles as if they were in a normal place.
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Let me say these words now
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136520
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I’m starting to feel more interested in my savings account.
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136520
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She had the smile of a pixie on mushrooms in a disco ball universe, and I dug her style.
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136544
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"Shouldn’t I be able to easily get my arms around nothing?”
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136521
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Roy Williams was his real name. It had been for the last 15 years. Since retiring from the Firm he’d lived innocuously in an apartment near the Old City walls of Dubrovnik doing the occasional quick job for them. You never entirely retired from the Firm.
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136511
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1Paradise Lost is cast into the lake of fire. Satan tells John Milton to rewrite it in 140 characters or fewer.2Filippo Marinetti languishes in a dismal rural idyll. His hand, possessed, scrawls euphonic odes to the moon with a quill.3Henri Michaux floats through the…
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1365106
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I hear the woman upstairs running water. But that's incorrect. I should say the woman upstairs is running from water. She loves water. And water loves her. She loves cooking and doing dishes but especially running water. She runs water all day doing dishes, doing laundry…
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136560
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“The first thing you must remember,” Polly tells the Levensons, “is that every penny you spend on your guests is that much less you can spend on your horses.”
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136522
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We Must Save Ourselves I'm looking for my savior on subways, Is he this man pushing half himself On a skate board, from car to car, Singing I have no Legs, I have no Legs, I'm looking for my savior in coffee shops Of…
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Diane couldn’t shake her compunction. Though eight and a half months had passed, nothing felt right anymore. Their conversation played out in her dreams, and stilled her during everyday errands.
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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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1365117
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Jimi and Janis remain fierce and beautiful
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1365106
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Rainy eyes fall fast somewhere
close to me
Riding the wind like lust
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136553
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Could even drift off to
New Orleans for a slow sip
of a hurricane
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136511
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It's called the Knee Defender. But I prefer to think of it as the Schmuck Identifier.
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136501
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“Hi, I'm Mike, and I don't wanna work ... Wanna play foos?”
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136421
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The elephant was breakable and I know that my grandmother held her breath every time I went near it, and I was repeatedly cautioned that it was not to be played with only admired. She taught me in her own way, respect for it. She may have commented on the green with a bit…
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136400
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if you have a key fob, you are fired. If you have a real set of keys, you can stay
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136474
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Near dusk today a car backfired on the street beneath my office window
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136452
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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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136422
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Robbie’s wrists itched hard, the cord was sunk in so tight his hands were bordering now on blue, now purple. Too late to matter.
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136421
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What the five-year-old I baby sit for wanted to do yesterday was torture his Barbies. “Why would you want to do that?” I asked.“Because we're bad guys!” said Hanina. “Can't we be good guys?”“Not today. Today we're bad…
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136421
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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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136410
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His nervous cackle makes me sick - Oh, if only - Times were different - That knife - Would fit so nicely in his back
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