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“Hi, I'm Mike, and I don't wanna work ... Wanna play foos?”
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i think god composed afternoons with crayons
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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Love is easy. Lazy. Fickle.
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“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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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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A hot summer night walks into a bar and orders a drink.
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136454
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I am trying very hard to rhyme,
and trying very hard not to.
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We laughed like lords and lunatics
Our schematics stretched before us
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I'm the first child she ever knew that couldn't sing.
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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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She pulled the book off its shelf. It meant something else now. He'd quote her in the mirror, at the backs of buses that kept her moving, something she'd said without saying. He would remember for them. She'd forget, without him, the way she wanted. Garland and lights were…
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Al Capone was ruling the backstreets and alleyways of Chicago during Prohibition, and we lived in a little house right next door to a speak-easy. I could peak through our curtains and see right into the bar next door when cops came in to get pai
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Forgive the doctor/
his hypocrisy -
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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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it acquires a fine translucence
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A convoy of military vehicles is heading into the city as we are heading out.
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Last night was full of little fists
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If I should stumble into cheerfulness/
remind me of all the business models
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On his knees in front of the transplant board, he pleaded for his ailing heart, spluttering on its last dying beats, to be replaced with a bomb.
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My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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What can I offer you, White Moon?This full night lays black before your stoic assent—and Ibreathe my final breath, frantic—for you. I wait, damned,a bestial lover in the broken dark of the variety market, whisperinga word of forgiveness to an empty window. I…
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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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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I'll always remember those warm, weekend twilights on the beach after the frolic of the waves seemed to flatten with the impending dusk, sending the surfers home and, after the bait was spent, sending the surfcasters away, I'd claim a square of sand as my stage,…
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“My name is Violet,” I add. I am trying to stop lying. Going without cigarettes has been easier.
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"Man, I'd love to do coke chopped up with the remains of this motherfucker," he said as the unicorn's head smacked against the screen of his netbook for the 12,364th time.
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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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