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I even listen to the Ugly Kid Joe version. I fall asleep perplexed and disheartened.
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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”
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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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A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
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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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communication/
with the dead
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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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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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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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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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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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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... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
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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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You sleep in equative lip biting slumber
hugging a pillow you think is someone else.
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His only sibling had passed a few years back and his mother was the only one left of a gaggle of 7 brothers and sisters and their spouses. The turning of the generations, from birth to grave, was always a bit like the tilling of the ancestral soil. A new
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The redwood trees were taller than dreams
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Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings
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The thrum and the thrust//
have beaten conviviality out of me.
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we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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We are a city of overworked workers.
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Who remains after the aching night has departed into dawn
and left us to week-old sleep
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Airwave candy
lyrical brandy
brass band singer.
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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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i waited for the moon last night for hoursfell asleep with the record player on and dreamedof rain running downgutters of sea glass housesthe sun nudged me awakeand she served me toasthe's not serious,she saidhe's half baked,full of…
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I watched as you tried to fit yourself quite awkwardly into the small chair. Your eyes fluttered curiously around my house, and I smiled to myself. Your vision landed on my smile, and your face wore an expression of puzzlement."What are you smiling at?" you asked, your…
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1. The Grizzlies met with the other forest animals for a meeting about voting rights. I was there too, you know, to prevent chaos or something. 2. Mom didn't like it when I took in a …
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Ben was stuck between sweet essences and rancid Talmudic funk. It was going to be a long trip.
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