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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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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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You have at least
an intermittent belief.
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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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What the hell is going on out here!? Yelled the man with the shotgun
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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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kindergarteners
sent to class with
Uzis
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we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
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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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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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"May I help you?"
She was beautiful.
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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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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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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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I even listen to the Ugly Kid Joe version. I fall asleep perplexed and disheartened.
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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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toe and hand-/
holds against/
the shear cliff
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My dad / always had a fondness for Raleigh’s kind of loss
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"I still believe in love."--John Lennon It was war of the ancient order come to the farthest shore at last. No one leaves this world without an arrow through his heart. Why should I lie to you now? We all fight the truth in…
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This really bothered me, and I questioned my penis about it.
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#ShortStory #writers
are failed #poets...
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The arid paramour,
your breath is hot, dry, cedar.
I sweat you corpus fluids and salt
and the unnamably impure.
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Now that you can go to a body shop and get nearly any mod you can imagine printed and attached in about an hour, every cracker-ass redneck is sporting a twelve-point rack...
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By the time she reached home, dinner would be there in thirty minutes, on the table. Not a lively table, just politeness, and calm. There were no issues of the day that needed discussing, no problems to be solved.
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Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings
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in case something went wrong
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We are a city of overworked workers.
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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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