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The boy stared out his window, noting the suns slow and eventual passing behind the distant mountains. He saw his face reflected in the window pane and turned away. His shadow loomed…
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She connects to you
via snarling vines
& worm-woven tunnels.
Drops Roman numerals
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They’ve deduced she’s still of sound mind and body. What do they know?
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124122
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"Which way ought we to go from here," he asked.
She smiled again, "that all depends on where we want to get to." He nodded but didn't laugh so she sighed and strolled around the room, tuning and looking and considering her options.
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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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124120
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I barely scraped the sleep out of my eyes when I heard the shrill crying from outside the kitchen window, and I recalled one of the many reasons cats can't be trusted. You see, they're evolutionarily wired to imitate the sound of a crying human baby, so when they…
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It was if you memorized my ever detail but not the why.
And perhaps that is what love is. Was that love?
I lie in bed waiting for the man who came after you
to join me. I hear his heavy footsteps and know
he wants to go to Hawaii too,
when our bud
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His friend Boner, who was more accurately a friend of Milo, who was a friend of his cousin in Dubai and who had, up until this post, seemed to share thoughts in common with him, posted, “Holy Shit, Dude! What’re You On?”
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124032
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Friday afternoon. Angelique Brody knocked Francesco’s studio door.
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124000
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-Someone could have boosted this easy as pie, Ben said to himself.
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1240145
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“In other words you're going to lie through your teeth..."
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124032
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[YOU BETTER BE READY FOR THIS!]
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124000
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a white rabbit with a dirty monocle and a straw hat regarded marsha from the grass at the edge of the mud.
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Bardan O'Connor stared at himself in the mirror but didn't recognize the image before him. He was pale and looked like death. He tried to psyche himself up for the latest show with a shot of Irish whiskey. He slapped himself hard in the face. "Get it together man." The…
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Eat the Body/
Drink the Blood/
Perfect the sacrifice,
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124022
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By dawn, she is ready to hunt.
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124001
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the things we will accomplish, the things we will leave to others
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124095
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Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
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1240146
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Dead drunks sing Christmas/
songs-
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124022
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In frustration, he picked up a hammer and slammed it straight into the center of the mask.
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123922
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We wait for a server to bring our coconut cream pie. His favorite. I hate coconut.
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123921
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When she would leave my pillows still smelled like her. I would just inhale her for hours afterwards, sex and honeysuckles.
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123932
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Then, relieved to have cleared the air, they peacefully returned their way of living.
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123941
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In praise of the colorful flock with crowns
of teased cotton candy rising high above
Modular walls, stalled operating systems
staling coffee and pale corner offices
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123911
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It was in his teeth. A blackness, a subscription to an outsideness, a painful contraction of burnt out trees scattered there among sand drifts and tidal debris. His face, lightly weathered and troubled, a tightness built into eyes of thought and separation. His arms, strong…
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123910
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Then there she is, and she makes me love-sad; it's a vehement, absolute, hard love-sad no one else needs to understand, though they can see; it's an emotion so concrete it's felt from the chest, not from a tenuous concept called heart.
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123944
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What’s your favorite emotion? Mine is ripping the sky apart and standing on a star outside of time.
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They’re coming now. Thousands of them. Black wings, antennas, spindly legs.
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