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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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Rains came again and wore away at their flesh, revealing bone as white and sharp as sharks’ teeth.
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The virgins smirk / //
We got medieval on their asses
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It is not really about boxing.
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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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Some friends of mine took him for a ride out to Broad Channel, you know that enclave of crazies that live in houses on stilts on the island in Jamaica Bay on Cross Bay Boulevard. He might find that when the tide comes in, the water might be a little deepe
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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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This really bothered me, and I questioned my penis about it.
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Monkey Business
Low Ceiling
Wagging Tongues
Guest Sweet
Murphy’s Law
Kinda Hot
Stopit!
Freedom Ring
Lumpy Oatmeal
Better Not
Butter Up
Grumpy Umpire
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122710
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"The Genius has since abandoned all hope of seeing full remission of the Great Descending Haze in his lifetime."
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122655
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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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It looks like Arizona, like a desert with secrets. The bed unfolded and she was being good today. She would be good, no matter how he moved and laughed she would be a lady. The names of the flowers escaped her, flowers she'd always known. All she saw were waterlilies.…
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We were born here. At the top of the stairs underneath a painting of basset hounds playing croquet. And a hallway closet filled with lost someones. And the police, three times a week, singing nursery rhymes while walking up to our door.
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looked briefly – glanced
shouted loudly – yelled
fell down – fell
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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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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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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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It didn't matter if they burned or not.
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Lipstick on the bolt, she told herself, if it's no good in the slot anymore.
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Against//
the mysteries and the dark/
it illuminates and shapes
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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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Spring show its populist face,
Flies in the house, missionaries at the door...
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It's definitely not her pretty face that made him smile so quirkily when she returned in the evening.
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Azure analyzed her surroundings. There were potted plants along the walls. It reminded her of the dormitories at Memorial Academy. Each room had a number.
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Something like: Answers to questions you might not yet have?
[Answers we will try hard not to provide]
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122500
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-Serves you right, you double agent bitch, spat Arris.
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There is a false dawn,
when night still holds sway, but tempered with promise; anticipation.
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All this broken glass in the road
Tells the longest story l have ever told
Of how you lost your life and I my love
And how you still go wandering above
I don't know how I can return
To the planet where we used to thrive
Along this broken
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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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“Paroxysms, well, what in the hell’s a paroxysm?”
“I think the better question is what kind of name is Gentry, Gentry?”
“Yes, that’s a better question. Do you really want to know? I was named after my grandfather, Ol’ Gentry Jones Filips III. They
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