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His smartphone rang. A picture came up of him kissing the blonde.
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The cicadas hissed and chirruped until the air was thick with a noise like mechanical bedsprings bouncing for the 4th of July.
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We're alone and besieged / by badness.
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A deserted breeze hangs and waits
and talks with staggered shapes in the sky
like a melancholic child,
held behind
and forced to face the wall
as better taught and better-tempered children
dig for ancient ruins
just ou
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Opportunity, says Webster, is a, "favorable juncture of circumstances." In my Oxford book of quotations, there are seven famous lines about opportunity. Seven – that’s it! There are twenty-seven regarding failure. Seems it's been easier for the great
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The day was yesterday, November 11, 2010. I was home from work, and I pulled my car into the driveway. I stopped short of the garage to get out of the car and get the daily mail. Bills and unwanted coupons for places I didn't go and for items I don't…
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They were once a crown,of some living stag -- not quite old,not quite young: now bone. Something at the cusp of its age. Here they stand, given by a loved friendon a place in my home; smelling, whenI get very close, of time. They are shaped like small…
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I whispered, “I love you”
and then, “Goodbye”
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The virgins smirk / //
We got medieval on their asses
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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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Priscilla Mainwaring has a little surprise in store for her husband Dan. “I’m going to greet him when he comes home on his 50th birthday wearing nothing but Saran Wrap,” she says. "The Cling Plus kind, not the Premium."
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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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we were all meant to do with our love? What I can think of is to ask the question again. I suppose there are others more willing to supply you with a proper answer, but none seem real to me. These words are only stones,meant to skip across the…
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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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Everyman: I quit, remember? I’m in a twelve step program now.
Alcohol: Oh sweetie, that’s too bad, we had some great times together.
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I'm standing on a toilet, trapped behind a stall. Watching Father U mop up the blood.
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Even the fruit from the nearby orchard (which I, in part, nourish) batters my stone to rot.
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I am tripping on poetry.
Purple ink drips from my eyes like ergot of rye.
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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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...the completeness of pleasure tantamount to the end of all process...
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Being burned with a branding iron really hurts. Everyone must have voted for the Forge because next thing I knew there was only God on TV
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Pictures of war correspondents from The Tribune, and colonial photographs in a fruit crate
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Against//
the mysteries and the dark/
it illuminates and shapes
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It was May of my senior year in college. Everybody was coasting, knowing what they were going to be doing the next year, or that they’d be doing nothing. Except for one guy, Tom.
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I sit there reading a magazine while the woman clips my claws. From time to time I watch Kim’s face.
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Did you really think you were going to cure cancer with that poem?
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He followed me through the crowds at Grand Central Station.
Wherever I went, there he was,
half my height, dressed in the characteristic gold and maroon garb,
with a paper cup of coffee in his hand.
He must have sensed something about me.
Th
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NO3RAM7-ciU
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And there on the street
Were a bunch of frantic pigeons
Picking over some discarded
Chicken bones
I mean they were really
Going to town on them
You know, frantic
Like there was no tomorrow
And then I saw it
A real sign of progress
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the Tate Modern is like a dungeon!
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