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no rule says an imaginary friend has to be a good one
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136253
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She is a manifold of temporal flows.
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136222
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Is this a tenure track position?
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136295
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136277
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She rubs her head into mine...
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136222
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Pictures of war correspondents from The Tribune, and colonial photographs in a fruit crate
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136232
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In this way a section of a marsh or weapons testing range, a forest or corporate landscape is transported into his living room.
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136221
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I must say your script is rather impressive. “You will mesmerize a girl in velvet stained garment…” “The channels of cologne fade from a body, eventually.” The girl carousels home with a raspier…
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136220
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Irrational Obligations In honor of National Pi Day Any excuse for a circle, a way to pinch the day. They are calling it something like a celebration only with bigger words and too many numbers to count. We'll have to approximate the amount of joy …
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136283
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Our lives are lived backward in memory...
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136233
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Jo was tailored, Amy was frivolous with ribbons and bows, Meg was plain and sensible; and Beth, who was ill and had no costume changes, wore the same nightgown throughout the dress-up session.
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136242
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As the silence starts gashing I decide it's the moment to take all my thoughts for a walk; To a sound like a million lightbulbs shutting their fuses I resume my view, Across the sun-strobe streets with blind nightlamps; the safflower sun is lopped on its stalk …
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136110
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[My baloney has a first name: it's Oh, Ess, Cee, Ay -- shit! I forget the rest! Can we start over?]
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136111
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On this day, a blinding sky
holds ribbed reams of clouds,
staccato against staggering blue.
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136122
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136131
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She sees her mother the Sunday after Zoe discovered her seven-week-old creation, like a chewed gingerbread man with red icing, in the toilet bowl beneath her.
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136110
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So what happensTo the VFWIn a global economyAnd the monumentsErected in reverenceAfter the boysWho became menCame back homeTo be fathersThen grandfathersGreat-grandfathersAnd start to fall awayAs the days creep byThat petty paceOf politics as usualFamily DiasporasAnd maybe…
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136153
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I admit it ... I started writing when I was completely depressed. When I had nothing else to do than just sit back, relax, feel bad and wait until the hurricane slowly passed by (luckily there were few casualties).I thought I was an exception ... but a lot of…
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136100
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A decade, at minimum, was how long their notes had transpired.Still, they all knew how it would end.
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136101
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It begins with his positioning.
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136101
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I felt my words reach out and try to grab him by the heart. They missed.
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136173
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Spring show its populist face,
Flies in the house, missionaries at the door...
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136110
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I bow my head
and shed the antlers
of past lives
I no longer butt heads
with the universe
but I miss my curse
and can’t do worse
I throw myself in reverse
and rehearse the early scenes
of science and my
full meat diet
that sent
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136182
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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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136122
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NO3RAM7-ciU
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136054
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-Hey, life! Nobody answers? WTF?
-Ah life! Nobody answers me. Well, what did I expect?
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136076
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They wink at me as if to share/
a cosmic joke whose punch line’s still/
a couple dozen light years out
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136054
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Eroica sprawled among/
the horns and violins
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136000
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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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