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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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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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We wait for a server to bring our coconut cream pie. His favorite. I hate coconut.
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You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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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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Victor didn't want to be alone, so he phoned Sophie.
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Every night she waited for that magical hour when her breath was quick and her heart was loud rushing in her ears 8:04 or sometime 8:20 either way she knew the voice she would hear of her beloved was coming any minute now and so she was…
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Your tunamelt cadence / Sank me to ocean floors
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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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Then, relieved to have cleared the air, they peacefully returned their way of living.
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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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She stood for a moment to think about what happened inside.
She had just killed her husband of twenty three years.
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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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I imagined cool, wet clay oozing between my fingers when I'd squeeze a tight fistful.
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CALENTURE The horizon is marked with the still sculptures of dead gulls; A young man floats off slowly on the…
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When we crossed the California/Oregon border, I had this
vivid image of sleeping bags filled with human bones. I shook
my head and the scene would not go away. The woods must be
full of dead campers, hitch hikers, run-a-ways, and black
teenage whores
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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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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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What’s your favorite emotion? Mine is ripping the sky apart and standing on a star outside of time.
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The musician’s wife had a roving eye. He didn't care. He liked being married to a wild and crazy woman.
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hangs inverted and
begins a swirling motion,
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Miranda hugged Madam Mayweather as the girls, except Akane, gathered around them.
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Normally, after her shift, Linda would make herself a latte, untie her apron, and study at one of the tables. That evening, however, KEXP kept playing songs with grating guitar riffs, and loud laughers were everywhere. She chugged her coffee, burning her tongue. Then, she…
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had I gotten home without knowing it? well . . .
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I blame you for my short temper when I go off the handle when my blood runs cold and I can't think straight I can only react. When I say things I don't mean Even if I do. But I am glad for the fire you started inside of me. That time I…
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Millennium jumped strumming lithium gum cumulative outnumber humiliated résumé jumpy instruments
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If Heaven holds forth its own Infinity, What of selves, of ours, could we stand to see? Cradled with harsh fangs of Memory, Deep forgetfulness, give rather me- Let bright dreams be our self's divinity: Forever holds, in morrow's hours, such little…
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lucy had simply taken a kitchen knife and removed the outer layer, the layer of things people notice
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“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
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