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so out to the night, and turning out the stars, so nothing can last, and nothing is taken in
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137054
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I don’t even want to think about Aethra shtupping Posiden and Aegeus
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137022
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Inspired by the photographic work of Susan Lipper. Grapevine series, 1988-92.
http://susanlipper.com/gv_23.html
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137011
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A man in Watchupecka, OH, was charged Wednesday night with drunken driving in heavy traffic in downtown Watchupecka when he failed to stop for a red light.
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137043
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Skulk like a lovespun spider in a record store corner
on the orange formica subway car
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137043
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Need not remember, the 6th of November.
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1370157
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She sings off-key while her married lover shadow-boxes his one-dimensional and split-off selves.
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137000
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Reverend Peter Roman could stand it no more. He stopped his speech. He felt a fire burning through him, a hatred for humanity and all the weaknesses of beings not perfect before God. He stood a long while, staring at the congregation. Then, he slowly spok
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137011
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Lungs bursting in the alleyways
trying to keep with the beat.
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137033
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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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136962
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Standing on the beach, watching the waves crash onto the shore, before the storm. It is easy to understand why dogs like sticking their head out of the car window. Standing on my favorite part of the beach, merely feet from the beach house. The house you weren't…
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136953
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We took our turn at the younger stage. One good turn deserves another and all that crap. But does it always have to strong-arm the world's latest lovers apart with so much pushed and shoved ultra violence?So far…
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136944
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There are some I don’t recognize. My gaze lingers for a second. It’s bad business this.
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136942
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But you don’t know how to fly, Bunny! How ever will we survive?
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136942
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By lunch:
The dryer is an F-5 dervish of mismatched socks, blue jeans and your yellowing college T's, lovingly held onto. For a moment there is a comforting warmth and softness to their smell. In the debris strewn landscape of the living room a carcass
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136963
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I figured he knew what he was doing–he was the crazy one, after all, not me–so we took turns snorting lines of equal volume.
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136900
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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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1369138
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last night a girl came
to me in the shape
of my suicide.
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136943
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136810
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Victor didn't want to be alone, so he phoned Sophie.
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136842
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Does he pack you a lunch when you're running late for work? Even when you're not running late? Does he insist on regular medical check-ups, for which he'll pay because you don't have insurance? Will he disapprove of your objectionable behavior, and not turn the…
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136887
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arrogant, sullen,/
supple and ambiguous,//
English seems the ideal tongue
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136898
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After you lost sight in your left eye, mom made me go on the road with you that last summer to help you see.
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136887
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The musician’s wife had a roving eye. He didn't care. He liked being married to a wild and crazy woman.
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136844
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It was that special ache between heart and stomach that made me stop things. That ache that cannot be caused by the mere knowledge that you have steered your life into a completely wrong direction. To feel this pain, you also need to have no clue why and how it…
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136800
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Our deepest, most heartfelt apologies about the recent MySpace Bulletin, which mentioned your name and recent film and quoted you in jest. Your fifteen-page retalitory riposte was received by this office this morning, via fax sent by your assistant.
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136864
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The voice is back! That voice, like milk and honey, like mother, like the school nurse who bandaged my scraped knee.
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136800
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‘Grace’ was eliminated sometime in year b.s. (Before Seat) 12, for bottlenecking Productivity and holding back Progress.
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136843
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Reams of saggy bunting intersect the streets.
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136833
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No, your clever costume won’t protect you.
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