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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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133421
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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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133442
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I was sitting there drinking with Paul at the bar, and it was a Friday night and I was I was feelin good. I didn't have to go to work in the morning, and I had a few drinks and food in me, and I able to that on da cheap, which felt good. And Paul…
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133453
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"Do you kiss all of your models?"
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133431
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. . . why did it take so long?
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133433
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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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133410
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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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133464
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You have at least
an intermittent belief.
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133431
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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1334127
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If you find a lone, sad honeybee, buy a Habitrail cage and make it your new pet.
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133353
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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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133321
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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133300
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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133354
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and so I'm staying here where I am a little while (longer). Who knows where the time sleeps? I don't think I'll ever catch up with your heart again. That's the same lame novel approach I'm always stepping into to…
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133377
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I saw the shiny dime . . . .
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133366
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Two girls, twelve years old, run down San Pedro Avenue past the market, the middle school, seven driveways, their small chests heaving. The smooth soles of their Mary Janes keep slipping on the gravel driveways. Two men in a rust-orange van bear…
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1333108
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toe and hand-/
holds against/
the shear cliff
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1333129
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For the new year, I´ve given up palm oil.
Made shopping a whole lot harder.
Damn orangutans tugging at my conscience.
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133385
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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133331
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133342
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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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133221
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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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133200
|
-Someone could have boosted this easy as pie, Ben said to himself.
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133298
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we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
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133210
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Then there she is, and she makes me love-sad; it's a vehement, absolute, hard love-sad no one else needs to understand, though they can see; it's an emotion so concrete it's felt from the chest, not from a tenuous concept called heart.
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133243
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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133211
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The man was sitting at his makeshift kitchen table. He was forty-five years old. He wore his mortarboard with tassel whenever he left his home. Once inside either a reputable establishment or one generally considered less so, he was sure to take off his m
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133211
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. . . I wanted to put Tiffany out of her misery and mine and shove her in front of the next large vehicle hurtling down the drive-through lane . . . .
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133275
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Forgive the doctor/
his hypocrisy -
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133275
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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