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Six kinds of crazy, he said. That told me everything. It told me enough.
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(I woke once from a bad dream to throw them from the drawer, but my hands were so clammy, the coins stuck to my hand! I had to scrape them off my palm on the edge of the table.)
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Of only there were more like you,
I wouldn't be changing careers.
And my drawings would still be in magazines,
instead of on strange people's rears.
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[ETIQUETTE ... DECORUM ... BOUNDARIES ... BAH!]
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Brian stands. The edge of the tablecloth goes up with him, clings to his belt buckle, so he must beat it down. Everyone looks at him. The two old ones at the end glare at him coldly, four stupid eyes.
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It was beautiful and bright and it felt so real.
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It will be a beautiful, luminous, rollicking, transcendent book, the manuscript smudged with tomato sauce and tears.
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189911
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Light was always fucking with you in LA, especially in the afternoon where it possessed a golden hue that could knock you over if you weren’t careful. Its beauty reminded you of what you lacked.
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Grief is to have given freely too unfreely. Grief is to have given one year too many. Wicked is to have wanted it to be given away that way. Wicked is to Sam as duty is to Mother. Sam’s wife is to his friend’s wife as one Mercedes to another.
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When Carlotta left me, I cried / into my soup. I shriveled into / harsh mathematics.
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Mullah Omar was quoted as saying that “America will fall to the ground.” The extinction of America will come about if God is willing.
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1898102
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The couple drove away at the end of the late show. They crashed sooner or later, often with fatalities to the woman cuddled up against her illicit lover.
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I get it. Poetry is an effort. Language is an effort. Words are an effort. Reading words is an effort. A big effort. It takes energy. Attention. Focus. Who has that? Nobody. So truly. I mean it. You don't have to read this. If you're already reading this you can…
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Sands In Time by Julie Noble As surreptitious as the crab creeping sideways under your patient observation, the sun has inched its way round the sky, echoing exactly the rugged curve of the Bay, and is now preparing itself for the evening slide. In its rich,…
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The revolution. It found me, and I didn’t even get blown by the bomb.
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Pretty boy looks over at me and grins, got a smoke?
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189610
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Not that Dick Cheney gave one rusty rat's ass about what the UN might want. Fuck those poop countries!
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Harry Reed does not want to die in this room, in front of Giselle, who has been his wife for exactly six months, who has slept beside him for twelve months.
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Homegirl wanted someone to love her so much they could suicide together.
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They always referred to her as the possum woman back home. She scoured the streets just as the sun fell into deep slumber behind the sentinel, sun tanned shoulders of the mountains encircling small town anywhere.
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Soon the entire sky load of constellations
was carried across the bumpy fields
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Something about the Garden of Eden. That it isn't really a garden, and I'm not even sure what Eden means.
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1892208
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There's a special block in the city, nestled between Mutant Town and Trump Towers.
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189196
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Schrödinger did not keep cats about just by accident, and were they keeping an eye on him!
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It's the way an earnest five-year-old boy pronounces every single letter as he whispers. Something about octopuses, something else about peas.
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I still believe in the very slim chanceI might say something luckyenough to reach your truest insides, your at homespirit, that you will hearand understand ascare on my part, evenif you can never quiteidentify me asits secret sender, that warm…
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We fucked in the backseat like the verse of a b-side, and that was enough to make him think my boys were half of his body.
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"...if Rosie O'Donnell were to attach a horn to her forehead, she'd move up the ranks as the deadliest creature in the world."
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What happens in heaven stays in heaven.
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The orange sky melts away.
Shadows fall and twist in the wind. I’m on patrol with three of my buds, there to retrieve the body of a fallen comrade, Bill’s body, we’re told. They got him, used him, then dumped his body in a ditch and said, “He
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