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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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134142
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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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134133
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in case something went wrong
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134153
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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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134175
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it acquires a fine translucence
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134121
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Dawn is a grey mass, what is left of the night's chill slips between my t-shirt and belly skin. Somewhere else you once wrote that being loved when you don't love in return equals rape.
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134122
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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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1341147
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A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
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134140
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Green hands
wave
in freezing water.
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134042
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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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134000
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“A lot of kids–granted, kids who aren’t too bright–will choose a school because of its mascot, and that’s what Chipper is all about,” he says.
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134011
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All I ask is that the guy has teeth and an income. More important are the teeth because he can always get a job, but he can’t un-rot the teeth he’s lost to meth.
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134042
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We're alone and besieged / by badness.
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134097
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communication/
with the dead
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134000
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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134075
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134031
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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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134032
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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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134032
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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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134043
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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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134000
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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134066
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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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134000
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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”
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134031
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With spring rain
And greening buds
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134010
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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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134064
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You have at least
an intermittent belief.
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134095
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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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134042
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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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134042
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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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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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