1381 4 4
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Charted stars by the dozens /
with a side of frizzle onions /
dawn showers us with glitter.
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138111
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I survived as a brave thought,
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138000
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—They turned him into a time bomb. Listen close, and you can hear the tick-tick-tick.
—All I hear is snoring. How do you know he was brainwashed?
—Because he can’t remember a thing about the experiment.
—I can say this: If he can’t remember anyth
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1380157
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It seems that back in 1911, Kaiser Wilhelm came to this town
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138063
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Her Majesty’s Glasses
Umbilical Chord
Linger Finger
Okay Inkjet
The Dragon Flies
Horny
Free Spirit
Good Footnote
Buttery Clams
You’reUp
Empty Bladder
Star Butter
Karmic Impulse
Mr. On-the-Ve
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138041
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1. They Don't Know When To Fold 'Em Gambling junkies are lit on losing their ass and almost can't wait to unload their money, and then reel on home and bounce off the walls or whatever. For these guys, losing's the jackpot, and deep in the hole for…
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138032
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I spent the evening looking at our old pictures. /
We were never happy. I realize that now.
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138098
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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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138021
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He turned metal chains to rubber with the force of his mind. He prepared tacos for the paperboy.
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138043
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Man, this bearskin rug was a big, awkward sonofabitch on his back....
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138042
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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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138000
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I remember screaming and wanting to run from the living room that time you came home drunk.
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138045
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I sat at
the vast graveyard
of broken hearts
on the mending fence
of wonderment
unsealing the silence
of the wounds
I began to put the pieces
together
like a puzzle against
forgetting
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138011
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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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138043
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Need not remember, the 6th of November.
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138071
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The sound of a siren approaches his home. His wife asks him why he's so nervous. It's nothing, he says, but he rises from the couch and peers into the night from behind the curtains. The siren approaches relentlessly. The road twists and turns and the sound fades but always…
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138011
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Lungs bursting in the alleyways
trying to keep with the beat.
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138044
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Marcia
Get a load of
This
I got two pictures
Of food
Of food
Marcia
You're gonna
Love it
Look at this
I got one
Of just the salt and
Pepper shaker
God
You're gonna
Love this
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138042
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1. Lost in the Vision Matrix, J0hn Clare transmitted a distress signal designed to be audible only to himself.2. T S El10t ran on a complex algorithm that produced seemingly fragmentary results. However, if you run Imagewise an underlying order appears.3. C0ler1dge suffered…
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137900
|
She was there then gone then there again. We were naked and wet and touching, she let me touch her, but she didn't want to be there. But she was, despite herself. It was my dream. You can go if you want. …
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137900
|
They sat eating and looking at each other. To Ben, Claudia was certainly a handsome woman and a good bed partner, but he was getting more and more suspicious of her motives.
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137922
|
The boy buckled in and told his mom, “No mommy, I can do it myself”
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137921
|
Okay, I’ll admit it, the earth was shaken on the world's underside, when you left for California. And I sometimes slept on the shores of Lake Michigan and Fox River for your tremendous thousand years’ charisma. To say I cried out in pain would be lettin
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1379138
|
last night a girl came
to me in the shape
of my suicide.
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137943
|
And he was wearing a mask. Gorilla mask over his gorilla face.
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137920
|
I couldn't think of anything that rhymed with "unibrow" except Tsing Tao, which is a brand of Chinese beer....
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137910
|
“Do you have a job? Are you going back to school,” I asked, you know, because I’m hip like that.
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137965
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137922
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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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137977
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The arithmetic of human experience/
is always a losing game for some. Poor Jane. Rich Dick.
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