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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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130232
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... she’d stolen her boyfriend away from her, leaving her with a goldfish and a cat. Oh, and a pillow and some lights, she added. And I can’t really see you, because I’m blind.
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1302179
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The cornbread for dressing cools./
The cranberries boil with one cup each/
of sugar and water. The aromas are nice
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130231
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Every night she waited for that magical hour when her breath was quick and her heart was loud rushing in her ears 8:04 or sometime 8:20 either way she knew the voice she would hear of her beloved was coming any minute now and so she was…
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130262
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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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130251
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...the woman of the sun, twelve stars around her head, the moon at her feet.
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130243
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Whatever it is, the night vibe feeds off that disadvantage, nibbles at the desperation of those who come here.
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130200
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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13021710
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the moon tops the monolith
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130200
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130201
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He is poised erect before me. I take pleasure in soft skin that does not betray the strength of his cock, firm and yet vulnerable beneath my fingertips. With my hands, I coax him to his full length, girth. Tonight I ignore the heat of my Delta and bow my head in worship…
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130111
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In my dreams, I feel my dreams fade away.
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130143
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That twig looks pretty dead to me,
He will never ever be a man.
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130122
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He cleaned off the pump with a steel brush. Then he took it out to the pressure washer. Out there was where a lady that looked like a witch used to move around and sit on the fences like a crow. The air was humid, and the men were dressed in heavy blue coveralls.…
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130100
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a white rabbit with a dirty monocle and a straw hat regarded marsha from the grass at the edge of the mud.
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1301111
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I imagined cool, wet clay oozing between my fingers when I'd squeeze a tight fistful.
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130111
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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130142
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We laughed like lords and lunatics
Our schematics stretched before us
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130143
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I got one good hubcap
I lost the other 3
I just don’t know
What the heck is wrong with me
I got one good hubcap
As you can plainly see
The other 3 were seen
Just a-hanging from a tree
That’s what must’ve happened
When I ran my car ri
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130165
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"I don't know why you say good-bye, I say hello."--The Beatles Things fall from the clouds. Things fall from thefloor. Maybe through, maybe all the way.Everyone argues for their homeland.Someday I'd like to hold your hand. I'mstill dreaming. I hope it continuesto rain…
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130197
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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130120
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You welcome the new girl by putting a message on her back. I breathe harder until she pops or until you ask me what I’ve seen or until you see my hand turn into a fist.
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130132
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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130110
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i could smell it,
my scalp split on
that same damn nail,
i hammered down 20 times,
it kept coming loose
that warped floorboard
i never should have tacked in
when i built this house.
it always squeaked
at the base of the stairs
when i snuck
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130011
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130052
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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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130042
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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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130076
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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130055
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The boy stared out his window, noting the suns slow and eventual passing behind the distant mountains. He saw his face reflected in the window pane and turned away. His shadow loomed…
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130066
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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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