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The English phrase "Nice to see you" translates into "My gall bladder is really warm today" in Berik, a language of New Guinea.
What Language Is, John McWhorter
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By dawn, she is ready to hunt.
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Man, this bearskin rug was a big, awkward sonofabitch on his back....
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. . . I wanted to put Tiffany out of her misery and mine and shove her in front of the next large vehicle hurtling down the drive-through lane . . . .
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Posit butterflies/
as evidence of heavenly design.
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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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With spring rain
And greening buds
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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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It starts on the Fallopian Speedway:
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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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Happens at a party, this way, past frat boys
perched in branches like idiot hoot owls,
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destinies bring me to a damned desert
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I am studying the way/
dust bunnies emerge, grow/
and apparently reproduce.
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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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I slept and it was pleasant. Then there was the kiss, and it was hot. Later you turned away, and all was November chill. Now there are touches, caresses and shouts, Marvelous nights flavored with favors bestowed, and blackened days,…
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We’re on The Worm. I dread the part where the train goes under the bay. I hold my breath until we safely emerge.
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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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A group of us from work are playing cards at a friend's house, so when my brother Jimmy calls, I take my phone into the other room. I already know what it's about, really the only reason he ever calls these days.“Look, I hate to ask,” he begins, the way he…
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hangs inverted and
begins a swirling motion,
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Reams of saggy bunting intersect the streets.
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Last night was full of little fists
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When the telephone rang the fallow fields we lay in years ago became distant countries, filled with falling stars. The distant country into which you had disappeared became a pistol with a single bullet in the chamber.
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Wait a minute, said Ben. What do we really know?
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... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
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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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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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These are the days you wish would never end.
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When Beez and I were visiting D.C., Beez saw MDW after many years and said, almost so that MDW could hear him if he wished, “His hair looks like Beethoven’s.”
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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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