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Between the commercials, the local news is rampant with fusillade of bullets going raving mad, driven by some Machiavellian brainfuck, or bombshells smiling down with angels in black; emoticons of solid metal and pride. But you would put your faith in…
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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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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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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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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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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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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. . . 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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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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You have at least
an intermittent belief.
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toe and hand-/
holds against/
the shear cliff
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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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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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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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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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. . . 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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Forgive the doctor/
his hypocrisy -
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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I even listen to the Ugly Kid Joe version. I fall asleep perplexed and disheartened.
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I heard that Hollywood is remaking “Thelma and Louise” with Christina Ricci and that dark haired girl who worked on a show that plays on the television. I heard it either from the internet or from a dream. I thought about looking it up, but I don't…
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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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