1321 8 7
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Did you really think you were going to cure cancer with that poem?
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132011
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132054
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I loved her when she first came calling in the sodden dawn of spring. She was a strange and dangerous flower. Together we drank up all the money. The days staggered away like drunks lurching down a flophouse hall.
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132000
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This was how he circumnavigated people, bartering like a viking setting prices on the edge of an ax-blade.
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132065
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Petty minds think arithmetic thoughts/
in units of dollars and cents//
and strive to quantify the world
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132010
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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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132065
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They got slices of greasy salami
On top of round mini carrots, celery
Pepperoncini, slices of sweet pickles
They got cinder block walls
A Tiki Bar with glasses hanging
Upside down from the stemware over the bar
They got wood paneling, cottag
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1320105
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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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132022
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Often I want to kiss their lips
Drink in every word they have written
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132021
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A meaningful conversation Subdued the huge Toys “R” Us question mark Standing sun-bleached and sprinkler-dirtied In our flowerbed On the patio Explode your fanny pack, A clinking most dangerous The Mysterious: Its …
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132022
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132021
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Tonight’s concert was called Desert.
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131953
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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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131932
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When we were leaving to go to the ice rink, Lynda surprised all of us by saying she wanted to come along. She slid all the way over in the front seat to be next to me, while one of my buddies, Miller, who had his eye on her himself, slid into the passen
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131985
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The only resolution I ever kept was when I said I wasn't going to create any more resolutions, and now I'm going to break that one.
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131941
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Whisper salutations to your irises
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131952
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Fingers scrabble idly at pocket seams, forage between teeth, grasp for tepid cups, patter a drumbeat on knees.
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131940
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We light cigarettes, take turns putting them out on each other's arms, legs, anywhere hard without a mark. It's living, he says, it's better to know you're alive than feel nothing at all. My brother is two years older than you, I was thinking on Tuesday,…
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131911
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Here is a not remembering
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131930
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There were more of us before, laying in a puddle cuddling on the floor with heads tucked into the crooks of arms where light scattered their crowns in the morning and no machine exists for me to use trying to find that morning again. Carl could go off the side of the…
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131940
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We all wish to partake in great events.
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131941
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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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1319102
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she lays there
wrapped in his baseball sheets
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131962
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Why go outside where the gutters /
are fraudulent and clogged with popularity?
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131943
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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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131811
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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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131831
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temporary objects of desire
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131810
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Something is clearly wrong with them and we're supposed to socialize them.
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131833
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This world is always at least as strange as it seems, but usually far more strange, so many non-repeatable phenomena . . . .
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131842
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And in the dark caves a new secret, hidden from flyby probes and the imagination of men. In these new caves, names for the loved ones, Bradbury, Clarke, Rover
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