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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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To politicians who think things will stop,
When they finally let slip and drop -
this government of ours we call
The ultimate power of them all.
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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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One of his operas was confiscated when he couldn’t pay a hotel bill. He ended up in a mental home, demented from syphilis.
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“We have flown the air like birds and swum the sea like fishes, but have yet to learn the simple act of walking the earth like brothers.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.
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each vertebra is a golden cavalier, brave in upright vigilance; stoic heroes.
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He almost died, but hasn’t been this much alive ever.
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“It's a combination of ‘Survivor' and ‘College Bowl' says Sister Mary Agnesita, the show's host. “We take four very strict nuns and match them up with boys who were cut-ups in their grade school classes."
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The light they love to hate so much is always pulsating within each life; the unbelievable color sword of what happens next when any two people find each other in their hearts and all pretense is somehow gone, for at…
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Gotta ask myself what I’m doing here. What keeps me tied. Caged. What is it?
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I became infamous, in certain circles, for what I achieved, maybe more so for what I did not. I invented a dating service for seniors called “Carbon Dating.” I wrote a book called “What Real Estate Did for Me,” which was very brief and to the point. It
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They strung him up, stowed on the balcony, and beat him with sticks, and beat him with rocks, and bent his muscles, …
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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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We'll all face the raging river, some sooner than others.
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No preview available due to the brevity of the piece. In fact, this comment itself is longer than the piece.
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As Mrs. Saito put on the helmet, the copter got off the ground. She focused her Mana and placed her hand on the window, bracing for the birds arrival.
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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I hate buying shirts. There's no point. You need a shirt, you go to the library.
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As a boy, he had little hope of ever becoming anything.
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Writing books is like raising children. You do your best, nurture them, discipline them, coddle them, feed them, patch up their injuries, sing to them, try to sell them, but no matter what you do, they are what they are.
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We do not all love each other for the sake of our shared art, apparently.
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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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I just picked up and
went to Rome
when I was young and beautiful
When I was young and beautiful
I played with life
like it didn’t matter or exist
When I was young and beautiful
I never failed
Beach nudity
Etc
Didn’t move me
But d
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one day the words will form an order, one day the words will make a rhyme, one day the words will make a meaning
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If someone were to place a rabbit in her lap right now, there would be nothing she could do to hold onto it. It would leap. Drop. Hie its powerful body elsewhere. At the end of her life she would have nothing to show but a collection of rabbit-shaped empt
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Ben gagged after shot-gunning the scotch. He hiccupped and it came back up through his nose. He grabbed a napkin and caught most of a shot and a half of Whyte & MacKay as it poured out his nose.
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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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Believe me, I would run if I could, but there seems to be a low haze of molasses clinging to my ankles.
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