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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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133474
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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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133400
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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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133431
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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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133411
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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133453
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"Do you kiss all of your models?"
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133454
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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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I saw the shiny dime . . . .
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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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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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1334108
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toe and hand-/
holds against/
the shear cliff
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1334129
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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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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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133431
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133353
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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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133310
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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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133311
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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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133375
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Forgive the doctor/
his hypocrisy -
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133375
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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133323
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I even listen to the Ugly Kid Joe version. I fall asleep perplexed and disheartened.
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133385
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
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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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133320
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I barely scraped the sleep out of my eyes when I heard the shrill crying from outside the kitchen window, and I recalled one of the many reasons cats can't be trusted. You see, they're evolutionarily wired to imitate the sound of a crying human baby, so when they…
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133242
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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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The arid paramour,
your breath is hot, dry, cedar.
I sweat you corpus fluids and salt
and the unnamably impure.
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