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the moon tops the monolith
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130411
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I noticed Sean changed after his grounding. We no longer played night soldiers around the block, no longer biked to the creek to catch crayfish he'd crush with his boots. Sean stopped hunting lizards, stopped charging smaller kids toll to pass…
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130465
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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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130400
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A vanishing of something we never got to see. All we've been left with are impressions, imaginings
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130332
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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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130331
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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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130343
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That twig looks pretty dead to me,
He will never ever be a man.
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130322
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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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130342
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We laughed like lords and lunatics
Our schematics stretched before us
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130355
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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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130300
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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130353
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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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130322
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"Which way ought we to go from here," he asked.
She smiled again, "that all depends on where we want to get to." He nodded but didn't laugh so she sighed and strolled around the room, tuning and looking and considering her options.
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130300
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130320
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"Already he is running and flying to the center of the world" - Mircea Eliade, about what a shaman is up to, under his mask.
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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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130200
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Oryn led Ragnorak to a window. It was darkened in the corners with only a red light over the Nocturne.
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130211
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In my dreams, I feel my dreams fade away.
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1302111
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I imagined cool, wet clay oozing between my fingers when I'd squeeze a tight fistful.
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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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130275
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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130261
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removing oneself sometimes occurs only on the page
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130297
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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130220
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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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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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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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130111
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130111
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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130121
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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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130176
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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