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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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129622
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129643
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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129610
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129653
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"Do you kiss all of your models?"
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129633
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in case something went wrong
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129630
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These are not the caffeinated men of barbaric lore.
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12962019
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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129621
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—Hey, lover man, where’s my breakfast? said Monique, tousling Ben’s hair.
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129682
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The sometimes shiver that arrives from awkward silences and the more often cold that comes from midwestern winters.
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1296129
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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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129655
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F Bomb I am coming in like a blackbird. Like I'm going to tickle your mud. I am coming in carrying a half-sunk message backward. Is that your lonesome answer? I am coming in to sweep for all saints. 'Course I didn't just wake up…
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1296106
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We do not all love each other for the sake of our shared art, apparently.
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129621
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This is a call to burn down the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum. It is everything wrong with our culture boiled down to one location. Ground Zero of hypocrisy. The spot where the very spirit of rebellion has been stolen by corporate America.
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129510
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A precious heart unfolding the joy within
Carefree play marked footsteps skipping along the way
Such wonders untold awaiting a time of promise
Stilled in the night by a grasping hand
Held down in silence fear feeds off this soul
Marking its to
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1295147
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Through the Walmart parking lot
they came...
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129566
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The moon, a cataract cloaked in its charcoal fog, slowly seeps among the trees; night's unguent.Its glance is constant and white,its arc known. I watch its brow of bone with constant wonder.The long, slow funeral of America is taking its time; its…
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129543
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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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1295159
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far beyond the far beyond
sparkles the stars like sparkles
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129533
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129511
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You have more names
Than a Spanish grandee. Your lives
I’m too envious to count.
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1295146
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Dead drunks sing Christmas/
songs-
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129554
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What the hell is going on out here!? Yelled the man with the shotgun
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129598
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with peaty aromatics, opened,/
and a welcomed sting, swallowed,
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129442
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My boyfriend had to work but had gotten a turkey for free and thought I could make it for everyone for Christmas Eve dinner. I had never made a turkey before, and not much of anything else. Now if my sister had been there, it might have been a meal of cul
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129422
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The mannequin’s blind eyes, open, green, serene,
Look away from the cross, her hand
Against our crotch, against
Our suffering, our agony of being
Alive and beating warm.
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129411
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On this day, a blinding sky
holds ribbed reams of clouds,
staccato against staggering blue.
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129400
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To politicians who think things will stop,
When they finally let slip and drop -
this government of ours we call
The ultimate power of them all.
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at the front of the bus/ sways a white-veiled woman:/ gnarled hands upon/ a bag of palms,
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