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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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Mother hated a crucifix. Graven, she said. Evidence that Catholics weren't saved, just stuck in ceremony. Jesus had risen and anyone who had to pray in Latin, count beads or confess to robed men who took orders from a monarch didn't know…
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full of mad hope / we dash into the street / leap into the fray / and enter splendiferous lists
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140653
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—Mr. Martinelli, can you explain how you developed your painting technique?
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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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So we stayed on the train admiring the time.
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Rob slogged down First as November winds tore right on through him that Tuesday at four o'clock in the morning, letting him know that he was the only man left on the face of the whole fucking planet. Except for an old, broke,…
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She’s new, with the enthusiasm of a new person. And everyone wants the new girl.
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140600
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‘Grace’ was eliminated sometime in year b.s. (Before Seat) 12, for bottlenecking Productivity and holding back Progress.
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Daylight and cold sensed as an abstract, a number in my mind. Air thin, polluted, lacking oxygen. But the Recyclers are at it again.
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Wish more than ever there was a more perfect way to mean everything I say. If I could I'd certainly walk all my words right up to your face now and give them over, hand to hand so to speak. That's the point at which I'd very much…
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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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I signed up for functional
I did not ask for this mixed bag
of broken glass
I have enough to swallow
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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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Carla woke up from her hospital bed screaming.
"Somebody please help me. Please save me. I am begging you."
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The artist with fork and trowel.
The paint; soil, seed, seedling or plug.
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the view is
breathtaking here.
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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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“Do you have a job? Are you going back to school,” I asked, you know, because I’m hip like that.
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Welcome to the world of (un)reality television. He/she who dies with the most stories wins. Another kind of religion. The Church of Being Famous For Whatever.
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She found Matthew toward the back, cradling an urn with a tasteful black and gold pattern. When he saw her approaching, he held it up for inspection. “You think I’d look good in this?” he asked.
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it acquires a fine translucence
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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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I don’t see the problem. In the country I come from, language is the best part of the game.
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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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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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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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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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We can’t see anything except for glimpses of the other’s eyes, hands, mouths when we move.
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