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until i french kiss every atmosphere
my mouth ready to explode
like roman candles
sparking my fingers sparking off the tips
of my sparking fingers
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122633
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I’m well aware of the shadow stalking just to my left, her mannish voice flirting with my sensibilities.
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122641
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the cocksucking of strategic death planning
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122643
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Whatever it is, the night vibe feeds off that disadvantage, nibbles at the desperation of those who come here.
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122622
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It didn't matter if they burned or not.
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122641
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Lipstick on the bolt, she told herself, if it's no good in the slot anymore.
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122644
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The Managers are always to be found in twos or threes, lumbering greyly.——If you pass the Managers in a corridor it's a good idea to say hello. They will probably return your greeting, as best they can.——The Managers conduct meetings. They sit at the…
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122652
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How strangely perfect it is To see this man memorializedAn author, so I'll always cheerThough I haven't yet read his worksA secret perhaps best keptThe shame of an English major, the shame of a friendHow strangely perfect it is To read even the names paying…
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122611
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He is sleek with hearts and I see a different name etched onto each one.
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1226103
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I am beginning to worry. There is something that they are not telling me. I am afraid that something bad is going to happen.
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122643
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I come up and out of the hole onto a village street in the middle of a parade celebrating the arachnid god.
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122555
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Meaning is harder to sell, unless it’s an analysis of why there is a Justin Bieber.”
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122500
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-Serves you right, you double agent bitch, spat Arris.
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122511
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There is a false dawn,
when night still holds sway, but tempered with promise; anticipation.
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122500
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"You are stuck in the past like the jiggling leather of that wrestler's skin."
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122552
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She didn't know why she thought the ring wouldn't fit her finger, but it slid on easily and effortlessly, coming to rest in the old familiar place it always had, the groove that had worn in her finger after seven years of wearing it. She hadn't worn it in a few months,…
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122511
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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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122500
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He met her at midnight just off the plane and they sized each other with silent growing awareness that no matter what might transpire in distant tomorrows, each served here now as passports to magic and lands far away. On the…
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122500
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the gambling priest stands in the morning fog/red moon hangs in the sky/the army of seven houses marches over the hill
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122543
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I told about the time during the early part of WW II when I shook hands with a member of the Flying Tigers. He was home on leave, and he stopped by to see my dad, who had been his scout master.
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122541
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She felt like she was turning into someone else, someone who appeared normal. She would be inundated with everyone else's ideas, morphing into an insipid lemming, smiling and bantering about mindless things. She wouldn't even care she had changed...
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122563
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It was as if every wrong foisted upon his ancestors stirred up a war in him and he was charged with intending the canon at the living.
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122520
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it’s okay, you can come inside me
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122530
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Goodbye comes in stages. At first you recognize that you will “miss” someone when they are gone. Then you have to accept the fact that they are leaving. And finally accept the fact that they are gone; and not particularly in that order. If only it
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1225147
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A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
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122577
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Over dinner last evening she said things have to change because she can never be happy with our lives being so concentric and I knew she meant that while we share the common core of marriage, she felt she was a small circle and I was a larger one, enveloping her,…
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122421
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I saw blood. The walls of the bar were completely covered in red shag carpeting. Had I been thrown back in time to the Seventies? It felt as if I had entered Hell itself. No, this was not Hell. This was the Aryan-Brotherhood's version of the movie Shaft. I…
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122422
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He showed me the knife, said it was his best friend. This knife is older than you, he said. Here, run your finger along its blade. Like this. He showed me how to do it.
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122443
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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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It begins with his positioning.
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