1310 13 12
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130922
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All the baby monsters are being born on stage.
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130910
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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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130910
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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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1309111
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I imagined cool, wet clay oozing between my fingers when I'd squeeze a tight fistful.
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130921
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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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130943
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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130933
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I’m well aware of the shadow stalking just to my left, her mannish voice flirting with my sensibilities.
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130942
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Outbreaks of mass communal dancing—sometimes referred to as “choreomania”—occurred in Europe with some frequency in Europe between the 14th and the 18th centuries.
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130943
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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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130921
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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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130944
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Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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130911
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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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130942
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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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130965
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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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130920
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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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130944
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Marcia
Get a load of
This
I got two pictures
Of food
Of food
Marcia
You're gonna
Love it
Look at this
I got one
Of just the salt and
Pepper shaker
God
You're gonna
Love this
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1308179
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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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130800
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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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130898
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we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
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130811
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130800
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His cheeks were extremely pink but the pink was not the shade usually associated with good health, it was the pink of Death.
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130852
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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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130811
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The man was sitting at his makeshift kitchen table. He was forty-five years old. He wore his mortarboard with tassel whenever he left his home. Once inside either a reputable establishment or one generally considered less so, he was sure to take off his m
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130877
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I saw the shiny dime . . . .
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130800
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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130833
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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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130800
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"A Social Worker develops programs to help feed the poor," she had said, "and makes sure there's a chicken in every pot. A Counselor asks them how they feel about getting the chicken. And a Therapist diagnoses and treats them when they start hearing
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130820
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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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130832
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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