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The whole scene smells like paranoia.
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140032
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All the time I'm eating I can't help but think of the many different tuna melts I have ordered in diners and coffee shops and how each of them disappointed me...
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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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140010
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it is heavier than it looks with edges smoothed by the passage of time
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140033
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"Let somebody else deal with for a while, man, I'm tired."
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140012
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As a boy, he had little hope of ever becoming anything.
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140030
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We were careful not to wake the kids & goodbye with a handshake & my skeleton is trapped with your universe inside.
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140021
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Macro-Microbe parked his car and proceeded on foot, which was a misnomer because he had no feet. Typical for Manhattan, no one gave him a second glance except for a homeless woman who tried to sell him hand-sanitizer. Macro-Microbe locomoted himself insid
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139921
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Shut up.You shut up.That's disgusting.You should talk.Fuck off.Fuck me.whore.Yes.More.Shut up.
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139987
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arrogant, sullen,/
supple and ambiguous,//
English seems the ideal tongue
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139942
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The gated community of Dos was named for one of Babbage’s landmark educational figures, Ms. Dos.
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139901
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No one told us that the LZ was already hot and the last Combat Mobile Team had already been shot down and killed. No, no one told us that. So when we came in below about 500 feet I began to hear that "pitit" sound of AK-47 rounds going right through the f
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139921
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[ADVERTISEMENT: If you look for it, Google search, for 'html special characters,' the UT Austin page will come up, and you can just Cut & Paste 'em. Fuck the code!]
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139974
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NO ONE CAN BE A BASTARD FOREVER
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139953
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Somewhere between the bleating of sheep
And the laying of eggs
Comes the licking of frosting
And the eating of the cake
We’re not young enough
To know everything anymore
And you may think there’s no rush
But I know this
There’s a limit t
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139943
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The blooms are practical/
and cannot see themselves
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139900
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The walls of our shanty were of the standard corrugated rusty metal typical of communities like ours.We did our cooking over a Bunsen burner purloined from the Catholic Boys' School - beans mostly. We did our drinking from bottles of Thunderbird or Old Crow (when…
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139940
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I'm not dreaming anymore.
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139943
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Skulk like a lovespun spider in a record store corner
on the orange formica subway car
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139911
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I planned and planned. I followed the veterinarians around and I took vials of panda tranquilizers when they were not looking, and it was often that they forgot to look. The earth kept shaking, they were hungry, and many did not know what had become of th
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139933
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First Fall in Love by Darryl PriceWhat the black lives matter peopleare saying is black lives matter, too.Just as much. What blue meanies aspeople are saying is blue mattersmore. I don't believe that and neithershould you. What the green lives matterpeople are saying is we…
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139911
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I survived as a brave thought,
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139911
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Adam hitched his dinosaur to a covered wagon. He drove the Virgin Mary to the Faire. Shiva rode behind them in a silver limousine combing out his long and flowing hair.
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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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139822
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We wait for a server to bring our coconut cream pie. His favorite. I hate coconut.
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139895
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My relationship with Uzma exists on several levels, from basic to abstract, from animal magnetism to spiritual journey.
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139810
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I heard them calling my name. “Will passenger Karen Anderson please come to flight desk Six Fourteen? Flight 912 is ready for takeoff. This is your last call.”
“Mario, did you hear that?” I asked. “We’re on the wrong plane!”
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139822
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The boy buckled in and told his mom, “No mommy, I can do it myself”
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139840
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"Well, you certainly can't be marrying him then .. "
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139800
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When we crossed the California/Oregon border, I had this
vivid image of sleeping bags filled with human bones. I shook
my head and the scene would not go away. The woods must be
full of dead campers, hitch hikers, run-a-ways, and black
teenage whores
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