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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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1320137
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Expose those for whom freedom is greed.
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132011
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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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1320168
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Rain and wind and the pecking of birds
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132000
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132021
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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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132021
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I tell him if he wants to impress a girl he should learn to cook. He shifts his body. I add, crab cakes work well.
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132043
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A convoy of military vehicles is heading into the city as we are heading out.
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132066
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Flew a Messerschmitt.
Drove a tank over people in Poland
though not in Prague,
and claimed he was never a guard
at the death camps.
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132064
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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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Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my…
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132000
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Wait a minute, said Ben. What do we really know?
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132031
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Happens at a party, this way, past frat boys
perched in branches like idiot hoot owls,
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We were careful not to wake the kids & goodbye with a handshake & my skeleton is trapped with your universe inside.
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131933
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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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131931
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NO IDEAS FROM HERE Tape The knife that tore the envelope tore the apricot. What was it? Water The boxes ranked against the open room. Watch So it was cut the water bright the tub. Say …
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131954
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I am trying very hard to rhyme,
and trying very hard not to.
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131922
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By dawn, she is ready to hunt.
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131930
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Frank cut the tip of his finger off and it sort of shot over to the lettuce bin. The blood pumped out in tiny jets as he covered it with the palm of his other hand and ran to the sink. He pointed it in the sink and turned the water on, he could see…
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131921
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Did I refer to Mark Twain’s typewriter as an animal? Did I call it a hyena? I would not say that about Mark Twain’s typewriter.
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The old lady is losing her memory. She forgets people's names yet so familiar to her. A little sheepish, she takes her basket and walks to the village. Just like when her legs were young, suntanned, shapely and attractive. Along the footpath, by the shop windows, over the…
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131930
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The last time my old lady threw me out, I decided to go and stay with my brother. I thought, "That's the last place I'll be welcome," and I knew that was true. The drive was calming, which was good, because Steven wouldn't have even let me in if I…
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131900
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Gibson Park, underneath the grove of trees beside the soccer field. She's buried. But don't say anything yet. Her disappearance will make the news shortly, but it hasn't yet.
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131911
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Been running so long
You've been running so long
I bet you can't remember
What you're running from
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131800
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destinies bring me to a damned desert
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131853
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—Mr. Martinelli, can you explain how you developed your painting technique?
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1318115
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You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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131897
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“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
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