1339 6 4
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You have at least
an intermittent belief.
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133842
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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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133800
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“A lot of kids–granted, kids who aren’t too bright–will choose a school because of its mascot, and that’s what Chipper is all about,” he says.
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133841
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In praise of the colorful flock with crowns
of teased cotton candy rising high above
Modular walls, stalled operating systems
staling coffee and pale corner offices
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133800
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“You've got to be kidding me. A robot?”, said Marge as she rotated in the chair at her desk. She removed the leaf of paper from the typewriter and set in down on the desk. She looked up at Parkins who was leaning against the wall nursing a cold cup of…
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133831
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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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133832
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The retina was burning, the liquid had dried up, and the veins bursting. My eyes bled. But I kept them open. The sound was like nails on glass, screeching endlessly. Coming close to me louder, harder, faster.
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133821
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“The minute I stopped wondering about
the meaning of life is when I
finally started enjoying life.”
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133833
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. . . we agree that formal standards for identifying literary merit exist and are capable of being discerned, not merely of being ascribed. —but is this itself true?
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133821
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Dawn is a grey mass, what is left of the night's chill slips between my t-shirt and belly skin. Somewhere else you once wrote that being loved when you don't love in return equals rape.
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133895
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Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
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133842
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Standing there as you walked away from me that late March afternoon, in the park off Meridian Street, the spring tableau seemed
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133854
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What the hell is going on out here!? Yelled the man with the shotgun
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133822
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mind heart soul will blood sweat tears muscle, and bone,/and then always something else—not more, just else . . .
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133885
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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133711
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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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133720
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By the time she reached home, dinner would be there in thirty minutes, on the table. Not a lively table, just politeness, and calm. There were no issues of the day that needed discussing, no problems to be solved.
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133700
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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133700
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His cheeks were extremely pink but the pink was not the shade usually associated with good health, it was the pink of Death.
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133711
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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133711
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Joseph and his little brother, Kevin, were there again. Kevin was too small to understand what had happened yet. He would usually just go off, running around the statues and playing with the wreaths; the last time they'd visited he climbed a tree and broke one of the…
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133775
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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133700
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Ben was stuck between sweet essences and rancid Talmudic funk. It was going to be a long trip.
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133731
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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133742
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whatever weaknesses you displayed//
as empathetic human fellow traveler,/
your command of English survives you,//
on into the last echoes of the human/
once we’re gone.
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133621
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lucy had simply taken a kitchen knife and removed the outer layer, the layer of things people notice
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133653
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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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133600
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-Someone could have boosted this easy as pie, Ben said to himself.
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133655
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The redwood trees were taller than dreams
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133610
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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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