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131854
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Suddenly, the room was filled with a screaming vortex directed at a pinpoint in the corner. Timmy's bureau was gone and everything loose in the room was flying towards the spot it had occupied. Timmy stood up in horror. He tried to seal this rent by tossi
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1318137
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Expose those for whom freedom is greed.
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131810
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He was triply satisfied: he’d come twice and he was a damn good-looking man.
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131894
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My time glass allocation nears its end.
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131844
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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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131800
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A door slams. The vibrations rattle through the floor, up his legs and into his chest. He can hear the yells, and the tears that mar her voice. Rat-ta-tatRat-ta-tat A door slams. Eyes closed while images of a life he will never live flicker on…
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131853
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It's not a funeral. Nobody to mourn over.
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131811
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Al Capone was ruling the backstreets and alleyways of Chicago during Prohibition, and we lived in a little house right next door to a speak-easy. I could peak through our curtains and see right into the bar next door when cops came in to get pai
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131884
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These days, you seem to disappear like bread tasted and devoured
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131886
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I woke like an animal / breeding thoughts like flies
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131861
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I remember one time that summer I was with you (1964) going to a bar in maybe it was Melrose Park, or Northlake, or somewhere along Roosevelt Road closer to Chicago, not as far as Cicero though. I went there with a crazy gear-head named Roger Hudson, wh
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131853
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Somebody left CNN on all night long
until the news cycle flipped, crashed
and burned
in its own ruins
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131811
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“I want you to face the toys!”
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131821
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“What the fuck!” Duke muttered, amazed at what he was seeing in the darkened store. A thin curtain of smoke was rising from under the baseboard like an inverted waterfall. It stretched the entire length of the left wall. Holy shit, the joint's on fire! I…
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131864
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Light spreads its way across the sky like a drop of inkon dry cotton sheets:starts at one point and expandsas wind shufflesover bodies, seashoist your sailsand I'll throw this oneoverthe night can have itnowhear the waveshow they seem satisfiedwith their…
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131800
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He was lit up faintly.Standing in a room of golden proportions (which is not saying a lot), he was one stood man (which is). The only lamp, a seemingly old neon, hanging short from its chains, shone darkly above none. None but a five-feeted glass plane, upon which glossy…
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131852
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In the zone of forgotten things, everything moves through a weak gravitational field
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131844
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Charted stars by the dozens /
with a side of frizzle onions /
dawn showers us with glitter.
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131842
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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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131820
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"The rider rode his bike in Arizona just about every day and for all the usual reasons....."
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131722
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This gravity thing, I reckon, is enamored with me. It loves me so much that it has fettered me with itself.
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131744
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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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131753
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He slathered the glue on my scalp and talked non-stop about Harlem. Electrodes or nodes, I never asked which, would measure something inside my head. I doubt they actually did though, measure anything. I've had the pleasure of having wires glued to my skull before and have…
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131753
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She is a manifold of temporal flows.
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131733
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Better move ‘cause I hear them comin’ up the other side.
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131777
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this elegant silver wrench/
which from the opposite side/
becomes a golden Phillips-head
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131721
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In college, I made friends with my Jewish roommate. Her name was Leah and she was from Brooklyn. When she asked me home with her for Thanksgiving, she mentioned we could go to synagogue together. I asked if there would be other black people there. "No," Leah…
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131774
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NO ONE CAN BE A BASTARD FOREVER
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131722
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By dawn, she is ready to hunt.
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