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137521
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The artist with fork and trowel.
The paint; soil, seed, seedling or plug.
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137551
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...the woman of the sun, twelve stars around her head, the moon at her feet.
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137553
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Over the electronic horizon at an invisible distance nuclear reactors melt like ice cream and release tiny black lines of radiation that wriggle in the air like worms
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137533
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my pilgrim tongue
on the map of
your body
seeks sanctuary
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137543
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Whatever it is, the night vibe feeds off that disadvantage, nibbles at the desperation of those who come here.
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137533
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how enthralled might you be, or how much appalled,/plucked from a fresh dream that had just grown serene?
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137563
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On the phone I asked my mother how she was doing.
“I’m getting old,” she said. “Going slow. But getting there. I’m ninety-four!”
My mother was always 94, when she was really 93. I remember she was 93 right after she turned 92. And 92
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137531
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This is a very impromptu piece written at two in the morning based on a prompt from Meg Pokrass, who insisted the following words be used: fussyhairybloomingslipperyflutterdamppaleweedsyanking “Maxfuss” was his password, which was appropriate,…
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137500
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We both looked toward the house. We could just make out a light that was barely visible coming from the side where their bedroom window was. Slowly an evil grin appeared on Darrell's face. He looked at the knife in his hand. "This will do it!" he sa
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Here’s a picture of you
Lit up by the internal light
Of the moon. It was a
Super moon that night
And the story of God
Had not been told
And we had to wait a good
Long time to hear it out in the cold
And I was the King of Fishers
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137566
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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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1375117
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--small chin, timid mouth, frail nose, weak narrow-set eyes--
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137500
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Whenever Lady Gaga took the stage,
We peons on the benches cheered for her:
She dripped of jewels and paint, and blessed sage,
Wore meat as the antithesis to fur.
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137584
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I love the notion of uncertainty-/
which seems inherent/
at the level of particles-
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137442
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III. Through wheelwind crypts of mystery, through…
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137411
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I laughed hysterically at Austin Powers.
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137453
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—Mr. Martinelli, can you explain how you developed your painting technique?
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137400
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I traced the vein that rose in her temple when she got angry all the way along her body until it ashed out varicosely on her smooth calf.
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137400
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Her friend had been drunk, and sometimes after two or three quarts of beer, he'd tell people that he was Jewish.
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137400
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For so long as I think I shall live.
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137422
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A fat kid running;
the sounds of an ice-cream truck
—counterproductive.
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137433
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No preview available due to the brevity of the piece. In fact, this comment itself is longer than the piece.
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137453
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I build pedestals.It's hard workHeld together by sweat, love, and lofty thoughts - an unsound foundation.The tiniest bit of heartbreak,and it comes crashing down. Always, I blame the builder and not the vandal. The next one will be…
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137400
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It must have been then and in those days and during that time when the grass and short brush, like so much amber and jade, emerged from the snow and the poet Li Po, who while traveling within the ten thousand crags of the Tanggula Mountains, looked up…
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1374129
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For the new year, I´ve given up palm oil.
Made shopping a whole lot harder.
Damn orangutans tugging at my conscience.
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137451
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As a kid he had run away from the family farm and shoveled coal back East to put himself through college. Now he was just another old man in a nursing home, desperate for a drink, his blue eyes bleary, a sticky goo filming at the corners of his lips.
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137411
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Carla woke up from her hospital bed screaming.
"Somebody please help me. Please save me. I am begging you."
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137365
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A nuclear-plant fuel rod engineer, Dimitri Kastrotov, had an axe to grind, so invented an atomic deterrent, to counterbalance mankind. He targeted the filthy rich, greedy sons of a bitch, breeding war, weapons and nukes at a reckless fever pitch After …
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1373137
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Expose those for whom freedom is greed.
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