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Just like real life before poundsigns.
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The woman tapped a dark plastic stirrer on the tabletop in front of her to emphasize something she was saying.
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contacts, false eyelashes, strappy open-toed sandals
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this bleeding sun, clove studded & seedless
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Tell people of substance the truth.
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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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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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Everything I understand / is in danger.
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We walk though the streets of London, New York, Paris, Prague, Barcelona, Skegness, inhaling air heavy with metaphors, eyes set alight by the microscopic pyrotechnics of quotidian symbols hitherto debased by the outmoded conventions of a bankrupt civilisation decomposing in…
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". . . Stinkin' vampires, death to all of ’em, them and their plague-festerin' rats. But the new ones, I don’t mind takin’ ’em down before gettin’ rid of ’em. —But you’ll never get that smell off o’ you if you use only one condom, I’m here to tell you . .
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He sees the dogs through the window, his babies, sleeping on opposite ends of the couch. His girl, lying supine, hind legs spread, grotesquely, almost comically, as far as they can without being flush with the cushion. His boy, Cosmo, face down, the power…
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WAITING FOR HURRICANE DENNIS, FLORIDA 2005 With soft eyes, she quizzed, shivered, said: “Where's Dad? Where's Ric? Will you leave me here alone? Are you all going to leave? Where's Peter? Do you feel all right? We're…
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The entire room seems waiting for me like an octopus behind a closed, chained door. The monk of the lamp knows he will get his daily turn-on if he prays loudly and just enough for it. The favorite chair has my blue dent in its punched…
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Where are you going, boy who never was?
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She’d picked him up at a party freshman year, calling him Danny. Until then he had always been Daniel. He’d said nothing and his name was changed.
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and you imagine euthanizing them if what she says is true, that she is leaving them to you in her will.
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It’s just another
Day where I feel tired, but I
Don’t know why it’s so.
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the sour waft of a secret
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I saw three kids the other day, two girls and a boy, crouched in conspiracy
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Dear Brandon Lee: I know that you're dead and can't respond to letters, but I've always felt a connection to you.
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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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As she slunk to her topless Mercedes
sparkling curbside, wax job hand rubbed
in Hamburg, testosterone heads turned
wishing similar treatment.
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...come come come come...
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A horn honks, brakes squeal, Chloe’s screaming, pulling at her. She’s lying on the sidewalk. Her shin hurts. Her knee. Chloe kneels beside her. Ring of kids staring. I’m good, she says. I’m good.
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Lips to graceful curve, / Found a well from which / This dancing lifeblood comes / (Again and again)...
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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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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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I woke up when the smoke alarm insisted. Either the curtains were on fire or I hadn't changed the battery.
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What chaos comes from / insufficiency? What else can calcify dreams?
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