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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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133260
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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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133221
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lucy had simply taken a kitchen knife and removed the outer layer, the layer of things people notice
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133242
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We're alone and besieged / by badness.
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133200
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-Someone could have boosted this easy as pie, Ben said to himself.
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133297
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communication/
with the dead
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133255
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The redwood trees were taller than dreams
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133222
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He cleaned off the pump with a steel brush. Then he took it out to the pressure washer. Out there was where a lady that looked like a witch used to move around and sit on the fences like a crow. The air was humid, and the men were dressed in heavy blue coveralls.…
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133298
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we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
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133211
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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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133285
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I know you probably don’t want to hear any more of this nudist stuff about my family and all, but this Reamer guy was a red-faced German boozehound if there ever was one. He married my brother’s ex-wife Beryl, after Harris left her to her cheap red jug wi
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133232
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Airwave candy
lyrical brandy
brass band singer.
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133243
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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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133230
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There was something about the boy that made me uneasy. Maybe it was the reverse widow's peak on his forehead or the way he wiped away his snot with the back of his hand. It could have been his red flannel shirt that reminded me of the hillbillies from the mountain…
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133212
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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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133254
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What the hell is going on out here!? Yelled the man with the shotgun
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133143
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Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much
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133145
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She arranged to have an abortion at a doctor Greene’s office, who practiced out of a converted house on Solano Avenue on the north side of Berkeley. I took her there the day of the procedure. You couldn’t go to a regular hospital to have this kind of thi
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133111
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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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133100
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Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings
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133111
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There’s a room
Full of white
And it smells
Like bleach and
Iron
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133100
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At the annual Earth Day celebration, Frieda looked up in the sky and saw a lone goose. It had caught her attention with its call, echoing off the buildings and trees.
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133152
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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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133132
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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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133100
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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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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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133100
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the odd stone stands/taller than trees/it protrudes from the young forest/an old mecca but smooth
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133100
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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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133194
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My dad / always had a fondness for Raleigh’s kind of loss
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