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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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127433
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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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127488
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Then he said something that really made sense, said he kept a blank check in his back pocket...
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127463
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Sorrow fences with fear and questions
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127400
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My body continues to tread water through its daily existence and each day challenges me to find some sort of grounding. I often wonder who needs taking care of as I find myself sometimes spiraling in a downwards cycle-- not even taking a required break
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127332
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You may think it's illegal
Well, you'd be wrong, ya hear?
Cause you're just in the wrong
Neck of the woods
And it's legal here
Want some beer?
Yeah, that's right
It's legal here
Don't go opening the door
Any wider, I know
You don't
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127342
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We're alone and besieged / by badness.
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127300
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Avant-garde morning sun floated through bay windows, the illumination cascaded and curled and descended the air ripples which emanated from the oscillating fan in the corner. Gathered on the rug the light hovered in anxious intensity. Suspended dust- jelly was…
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127311
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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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127310
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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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127300
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My toes curled together under the pathetic rag of a bedsheet, the frost creeping in through the two-inch deformity of the window on the left wall. I was tempted to sneak a glance at them to insure that they weren't black, but then decided that I'd…
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127332
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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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127311
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I drink the funeral in a dream. I give satisfaction in voice overs.
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127332
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The last of the Kazan Tatar Khans. Each dome represents a severed head.
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1273158
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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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127221
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It was that awkward time when one didn’t know if the night’s lover wanted to see you again.
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127221
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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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127252
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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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127222
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I whispered, “I love you”
and then, “Goodbye”
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127241
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For hours and hours she swirled, and swirled some more. She was trying to be there for everyone, yet no one realized how much pain they were causing her. Some of them had thrown invisible darts of anger all day, and she had endured each one, because she c
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127240
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We all wish to partake in great events.
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127211
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papa wants to dance - the future is so bright - feel good all the time baby
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127153
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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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127131
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the Tate Modern is like a dungeon!
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127120
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That’s not just a
trinket on her finger,
that’s a rock, a fortress,
a castle. No one
can scale those walls
except Joe Sixpack,
slumped beside her
at the airport.
They’re not a match.
I give it
5 years, max.
Not even.
Joe
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127144
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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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127155
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The virgins smirk / //
We got medieval on their asses
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127131
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There is something preposterous /
about existing in a universe so vast: /
Such a big playground for such tiny children, /
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127155
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Against//
the mysteries and the dark/
it illuminates and shapes
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127152
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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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