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The butterscotch on that painting makes me want to lick the canvas.
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It didn't matter if they burned or not.
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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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“Outis of Utopia” my found name! / I'll inscribe it soon as the tide goes out.
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Me leaving is not the confirmation of all your fears. It is not. It's because of them.
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The woman was dancing, holding her bottle in the air as she slowly turned around, blocking the way to the exit. “I asked Miss Pansy Blossom if she would wing a reel,” she sang.
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Tomorrow we will eat it in anger.
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136931
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After ten days in Jeddah, I start to miss the rain back home in Tennessee....
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I realize that to say, "I do not believe in God" is footsteps away from "I do not rely on God" and "God left me."
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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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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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The bedroom was still as our conversation dissolved into a heavy silence broken only by the ticking of the clock on her night table and the occasional sob that hadn't yet been swallowed in her pillow. I stubbed out my cigarette and leaned forward in…
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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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The Bearcat 101 was a police scanner popular with a certain type during in the 1970s. Daddy was that exact type. I found the Bearcat in his apartment after he passed. His illness was a common one, the process gradual, implacable. No red and blue…
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136921
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The Fat Man took a sip of whiskey, then replaced his glass on the table next to his fedora. …
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she lays there
wrapped in his baseball sheets
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He said, “It was only after I broke my neck and even like maybe a year later that I really started realizing that I had something to say.”
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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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She called for land usage to fulfill a social function, to provide an affordable and sustainable way of life for all.
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136844
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I will always remember that
picture of you in your
bright blue summer dress,
with your arms spread out
against a wooden fence in
Central Park.
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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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I smell ham and biscuits
I ain't eatin' Triscuits
No more
No more, no more
Gonna get back on my Harley
With my mutt named Bisquick Charlie
I just ain't eatin’ Triscuits
No more, no more
And I heard you know the score
Yeah, I know you
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then something like a shark gnawing on a harpsichord. Her drum kit apparently is an entire laundromat. A pocketful of marbles spilling in rivulets, down a set of narrow linoleum steps, merrily as two warblers splashing in a birdbath. several octaves below
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136810
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There's one graveyard for the part-timers and another for the full-timers. Ours is a little nicer, but we're still all going to hell. Do you remember St. Petersburg? No, you're memory's not that good.
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Our deepest, most heartfelt apologies about the recent MySpace Bulletin, which mentioned your name and recent film and quoted you in jest. Your fifteen-page retalitory riposte was received by this office this morning, via fax sent by your assistant.
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Ours is but the very small effort being made here.But it's a good enough keeper for all of usto always remember off. All the tins thataren't really going to save usfrom starving, now are neatly arranged all around, justin case, stacked…
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Cold smoke from the crater
Breathes on our eyelashes;
The abysmal emptiness held
Its breath just once.
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Words reach out of my mind for paradise. And come back with rocks.
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