1344 4 3
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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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134463
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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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134353
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—Mr. Martinelli, can you explain how you developed your painting technique?
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134331
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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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134321
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“Good to see you, old man,” Greg said. He was like that, an investment banker, a latter-day Tom Buchanan without the polo ponies, self-consciously fusty.
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134343
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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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134361
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Minnie looked at her co-worker's nametag. "Destiny," she said to her. That's a pretty name. It suits you. You're an attractive young lady. Is your momma pretty?"
"Not like I am," Destiny said as she smoothed her shiny black hair. "I'm honest about it 'ca
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134332
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Self-possession. He had it. In his arctic white t-shirt; blonde haired, broad shouldered, unburdened. “I will make you love me,” he had said, in a bar.
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134301
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When the telephone rang the fallow fields we lay in years ago became distant countries, filled with falling stars. The distant country into which you had disappeared became a pistol with a single bullet in the chamber.
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1343158
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But even if the truth
Never sets me free
I'll know this ain't the end of me
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134397
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perhaps I am only being transported not for replacement but for repair
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134253
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She is a manifold of temporal flows.
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134251
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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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134231
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They’re coming now. Thousands of them. Black wings, antennas, spindly legs.
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1342159
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far beyond the far beyond
sparkles the stars like sparkles
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13422111
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She connects to you
via snarling vines
& worm-woven tunnels.
Drops Roman numerals
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134252
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I’m up to my ass in social media.
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134261
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I am surprised that you’re not famous already. I remember sitting in your bedroom for hours just watching you while you wrote poetry. I was in awe of you, thinking you were going to be the next Dylan Thomas! Or Bob Dylan. Or Dylan Somebody! And I rememb
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134200
|
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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134230
|
The last time my old lady threw me out, I decided to go and stay with my brother. I thought, "That's the last place I'll be welcome," and I knew that was true. The drive was calming, which was good, because Steven wouldn't have even let me in if I…
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1342117
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--small chin, timid mouth, frail nose, weak narrow-set eyes--
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134284
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I love the notion of uncertainty-/
which seems inherent/
at the level of particles-
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134292
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i think god composed afternoons with crayons
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134132
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Then, relieved to have cleared the air, they peacefully returned their way of living.
|
134100
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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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134133
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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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134144
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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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134161
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Later, you've hit that four shot espresso limit; you've snarfed down that too rich mushroom korma… gone before you tasted it.
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134111
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“Okay,” Boris said, wiping his mouth, “ready to go see these paintings by Lenin? We go now.”
“Where are these paintings exactly?” Ellen of Troy (NY) asked. I didn’t mention which Troy she was from.
“I have friend in Prague,” Vladimir said. “Has sh
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134165
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Clasped his hands behind his head to give a moment’s thought to love and how it had never quite clarified in his mind to run pure and sweet.
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