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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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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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134642
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We're alone and besieged / by badness.
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134641
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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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134676
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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134611
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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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Over the last years of her life, my mornings began when Mom decided to play. Sitting on her black, ball-and-claw stool, she'd raise the key cover, stretch her neck and shoulders, and take slow, deliberate breaths. A deep, meditative state descended over the room and…
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I’m up to my ass in social media.
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you knew the lightbent it in your favorleapt confidentlyacross heartscheeks and shouldersrouged chromaticincandescent pretendingperhaps the dark had no claimover your lonely clumsy soul© 2013 - Rene
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134695
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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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134631
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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134642
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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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134654
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What the hell is going on out here!? Yelled the man with the shotgun
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134600
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Lulls, and the gulls, amid the tides and their tears (And I join their voices and my heart is run), Though each or neither takes no part in my fears, I join no hands with the beach or the years (And the ships slip near plus yon). Held handfast,…
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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Green hands
wave
in freezing water.
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134543
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Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much
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134553
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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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134553
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She is a manifold of temporal flows.
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134511
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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134500
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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134500
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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”
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134531
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With spring rain
And greening buds
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It was almost like I was dreaming, he is saying, my visit to the ruins of the factory that made the first Narrative Machines.
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A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
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134400
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You sleep in equative lip biting slumber
hugging a pillow you think is someone else.
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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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