1421 12 8
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meditation and thoughts run in circles
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14212111
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She connects to you
via snarling vines
& worm-woven tunnels.
Drops Roman numerals
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142155
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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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142010
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Victor didn't want to be alone, so he phoned Sophie.
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142088
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for spirits and demons have no life/
but what imagination gives
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1420120
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Your son is six feet tall in the sixth grade. By his sophomore year of high school, he outweighs you by a hundred pounds. He's been offered four football scholarships and one for a sport he's never played. Every morning his mother, your ex ex-wife, makes his breakfast of a…
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142065
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142041
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1. They Don't Know When To Fold 'Em Gambling junkies are lit on losing their ass and almost can't wait to unload their money, and then reel on home and bounce off the walls or whatever. For these guys, losing's the jackpot, and deep in the hole for…
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142033
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I’m well aware of the shadow stalking just to my left, her mannish voice flirting with my sensibilities.
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1420168
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142011
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She is walking to the café to meet her friend. Her friend is there already because she walked from where was getting her haircut. Her friend sent her a text message that said, “OMW” for…
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142011
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I lost my job but the government found me a new one. Now the government pays me to pretend I’m a travelling businessman. I fly around the country to imaginary meetings. It’s part of a project to make it look like the economy is doing well.
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142040
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Sometimes I think there's an octopus in my stomach. In the mornings it stretches and droops its lazy head to one side — It suctions it's tentacles to the walls of my belly and pulls them together forcing me To gag, and vomit what we didn't digest of the…
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142000
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I considered my choices, then asked the question that has brought my wife so much pain over the years. "Which is cheaper?"
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142020
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Originally published on Six Sentences:He walked out of the hotel lobby into the pre-dawn night and thought about another woman, a pretty Spanish woman, not the woman he'd just kissed in a hotel, and a night he'd spent with her in Portugal, wanting each other desperately,…
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142011
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I like violence /
because they refused to pay at attention to me /
as a child.
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142020
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The possum is sneering with truth. I can smell the blood under his fingernails. He has seen it all, the backwoods distilleries and the back porch propane grilles. He has slept under the beds of whores and kings alike.
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142043
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It starts on the Fallopian Speedway:
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1420148
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The diner on the corner is one of those Disneyfied modern cut-outs trying to mimic the actual thing but failing utterly. The street, a vein of hipness running through an Ivy League campus that is still trying to cling to a time when it all meant something
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142000
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It was the woman, Mary Lou Compton, that he cared about. They would've been happily married by now if Bryce hadn't killed his Uncle Ned.
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142000
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1420126
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141921
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Where are you going, boy who never was?
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141953
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—Mr. Martinelli, can you explain how you developed your painting technique?
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141974
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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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141920
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2. Travel To Somewhere Fascinating, Even In Your Own Back Yard!
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141911
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All I ask is that the guy has teeth and an income. More important are the teeth because he can always get a job, but he can’t un-rot the teeth he’s lost to meth.
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141900
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There was a motley assortment of customers in the restaurant. Mostly casually dressed young men and women who looked like freelancers of some persuasion.
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1419125
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My dish was slut ("all done" in Swedish). It tasted good though aroused no draft, of mutton, for example. My grandparents' bed held flat. I filed alone, in realist kitchen, reading Froeding, standing, striding, continent as gym.
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141940
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Living in the dark ages without language,
I think I’ve been dead long enough.
You can come out of the vast fields of night.
Come out of the vast galactic storm without light.
The darkened dreams
that speed past with their false and brightly lit
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