1376 6 5
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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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137610
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they say the sense of smell is the strongest sense connected to memory, but not for me
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137542
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He adopts a stance known as Part the Wild Horse’s Mane but calls it a different name--the Part the Hair of the Skanky Barmaid for a Bleachjob position.
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137574
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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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1375179
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The cornbread for dressing cools./
The cranberries boil with one cup each/
of sugar and water. The aromas are nice
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137533
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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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137531
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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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137542
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137500
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At the annual Earth Day celebration, Frieda looked up in the sky and saw a lone goose. It had caught her attention with its call, echoing off the buildings and trees.
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137566
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The moon, a cataract cloaked in its charcoal fog, slowly seeps among the trees; night's unguent.Its glance is constant and white,its arc known. I watch its brow of bone with constant wonder.The long, slow funeral of America is taking its time; its…
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137553
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It's not a funeral. Nobody to mourn over.
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137553
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"Do you kiss all of your models?"
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137553
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The cats sniff at the small opening,/
one by one, in a furtive casualness./
They think the outside air is sweet
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137521
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I tell him if he wants to impress a girl he should learn to cook. He shifts his body. I add, crab cakes work well.
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137577
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I saw the shiny dime . . . .
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137531
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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137554
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What the hell is going on out here!? Yelled the man with the shotgun
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137511
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Been running so long
You've been running so long
I bet you can't remember
What you're running from
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137452
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[...] A crimson post-it note/ illustrates the squiggle of a resting pulse wavering/
near the broken pencil leads and whorls of/soft wood which may be classed as evidence.
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137421
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Love is easy. Lazy. Fickle.
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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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137441
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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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137410
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137443
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I got one good hubcap
I lost the other 3
I just don’t know
What the heck is wrong with me
I got one good hubcap
As you can plainly see
The other 3 were seen
Just a-hanging from a tree
That’s what must’ve happened
When I ran my car ri
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137433
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in case something went wrong
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137400
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Wait a minute, said Ben. What do we really know?
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137422
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...she did wish she lived somewhere in Ancient Rome, and from one of those seven hills, perhaps during sunset, she would resolve to roll down and meet the flaming orb just as it descended so she would dissolve into embers and ash...
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137400
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My heart was a puzzle completely incomplete,
until I learned of love in your embrace.
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137453
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while the fat stars stand out in the cobalt night.
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