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You go out on a night with no moon, when all the stars are flush in the sky, when all of everything, even you, is just a shadow moving softly, and I swear, you can hear it, if you listen hard enough. The music. It’s like it’s coming from under the ground.
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124220
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Our ragged wits, ragged minds, after acting out all, imitating all honey-like tunes, air song, excellence of song, true flower of the world. So the sun has some of its honey wintered away, to bring it into contact with such a human voice as yours.
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124221
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I go with the wind, like the smoke of this Marlboro red as it dances among the palm trees.
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12422111
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She connects to you
via snarling vines
& worm-woven tunnels.
Drops Roman numerals
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124232
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I guess it was, you know, a daze thing: He, lightly drunk, turning red in parts of his head, in his cheeks mostly, and his chest, to which my eyes were drawn because of his v-neck douchebag shirt; and I, sleepy beyond belief, sustained like a zombie only
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124200
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Hank: Yeah, the way her head was bashed in, it looks like someone really had it in for her. Did you call the coroner?
Bill: Yeah. Boy, you couldn’t pay me enough to do the stuff those coroner and medical examiner guys do. It seems like
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124243
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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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124220
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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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124211
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#ShortStory #writers
are failed #poets...
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124174
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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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124133
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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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124120
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By the time she reached home, dinner would be there in thirty minutes, on the table. Not a lively table, just politeness, and calm. There were no issues of the day that needed discussing, no problems to be solved.
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124150
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I know from the experience of too many odd sideways glances that folks are seldom interested in my brand of observation. No one else seems to wonder how many commas there are in the library or how many other people own that exact shirt.
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1241145
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“In other words you're going to lie through your teeth..."
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124100
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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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124151
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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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124100
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this is your hair, this is your stare, this is your voice
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1241177
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Eat the Body/
Drink the Blood/
Perfect the sacrifice,
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124153
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It's not a funeral. Nobody to mourn over.
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124131
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They’re coming now. Thousands of them. Black wings, antennas, spindly legs.
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124155
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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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1241146
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Dead drunks sing Christmas/
songs-
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124122
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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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124022
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We wait for a server to bring our coconut cream pie. His favorite. I hate coconut.
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124000
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Most women simply don’t want damaged goods. That’s a fact I’ve been brought face to face with throughout my life. It's something you can continue crushing your brains against, like an impossibly high hurdle. At first you take the damage without unde
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124021
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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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124088
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for spirits and demons have no life/
but what imagination gives
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124032
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Then, relieved to have cleared the air, they peacefully returned their way of living.
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