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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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I drove all night, but there weren’t nothing Roy Orbison about it. I’d been driving and around lunchtime I just thought I might stop by Shona’s place.
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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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The one-legged crow was back in the yard again. It was there yesterday and maybe before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it. I've been using my binoculars lately. It is interesting to me...to bring things closer. And it's not just birds, but other things like the…
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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it acquires a fine translucence
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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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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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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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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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Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much
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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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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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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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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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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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... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
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mind heart soul will blood sweat tears muscle, and bone,/and then always something else—not more, just else . . .
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This really bothered me, and I questioned my penis about it.
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A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
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Green hands
wave
in freezing water.
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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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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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We're alone and besieged / by badness.
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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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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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