1235 5 5
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I don’t see the problem. In the country I come from, language is the best part of the game.
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123500
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Loving himself. Loved by no one. Loving no one.
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123500
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No one would have picked me out of a crowd as the morbid one, but it was true that thoughts of easy exits floated through my consciousness regularly.
I did my research—the easy methods, painless, guaranteed methods—and felt prepared to do, well, w
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123535
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I just picked up and
went to Rome
when I was young and beautiful
When I was young and beautiful
I played with life
like it didn’t matter or exist
When I was young and beautiful
I never failed
Beach nudity
Etc
Didn’t move me
But d
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123442
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III. Through wheelwind crypts of mystery, through…
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1234137
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I find Vermeer and Bach and feel/
for a moment a shower of my own world’s/
prismatics.
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123400
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—They turned him into a time bomb. Listen close, and you can hear the tick-tick-tick.
—All I hear is snoring. How do you know he was brainwashed?
—Because he can’t remember a thing about the experiment.
—I can say this: If he can’t remember anyth
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123433
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Better move ‘cause I hear them comin’ up the other side.
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123464
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My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
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123431
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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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123460
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I had a dream about you once. I don't know if I told you about it already or not. (If I did, I apologize.) I'm never quite sure who you're writing about in some of your stories (maybe a composite of everyone?) but I did hold you one more time. In my dream
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123430
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These are not the caffeinated men of barbaric lore.
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123433
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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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123422
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...She was my first, my only, she broke me in then brought me down. Alone now, I cycle through hundreds of variations of her image like a flip book narrating some abstract story. That’s all she is now to me, an incoherent melange of tints, saturations, an
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123400
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As Mrs. Saito put on the helmet, the copter got off the ground. She focused her Mana and placed her hand on the window, bracing for the birds arrival.
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123321
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For eight years I have been living with a man named Darren Fletcher, who I will refer to as “Bud” to preserve his anonymity.
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123340
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We light cigarettes, take turns putting them out on each other's arms, legs, anywhere hard without a mark. It's living, he says, it's better to know you're alive than feel nothing at all. My brother is two years older than you, I was thinking on Tuesday,…
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123320
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"Time really flies.”
“I thought that was only when you were having fun,” he said.
“Don’t be an asshole.”
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123331
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temporary objects of desire
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123321
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“Lassie was a hack,” Jim the Wonder Dog says as he looks out over fields of soybeans. “She couldn’t act her way out of a 25 pound bag of Purina Dog Chow."
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Believe me, I would run if I could, but there seems to be a low haze of molasses clinging to my ankles.
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123340
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He almost died, but hasn’t been this much alive ever.
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123330
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There were more of us before, laying in a puddle cuddling on the floor with heads tucked into the crooks of arms where light scattered their crowns in the morning and no machine exists for me to use trying to find that morning again. Carl could go off the side of the…
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123300
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No one wanted to bear witness
to this grand emasculation
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1233105
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The light they love to hate so much is always pulsating within each life; the unbelievable color sword of what happens next when any two people find each other in their hearts and all pretense is somehow gone, for at…
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123332
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He paid the price for being a dick when he tried to write. The Muse did not care for violent behavior.
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123300
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Insterstice: Novelas Four Sonnets Since …
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123355
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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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There is a dead factory. It sits on the tip of a small piece of land which extends into a forgotten lake, like a giant dirty-inked thumb pressed against a faded blue sheet of paper.
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