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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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132431
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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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132400
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The Gringovitch family was gathered in the lobby of the hotel. The boys sat on the floor using their packs as back supports. Francesca Gringovitch sat on a chair with the remaining luggage in front of her.
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132400
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That was nearly two years and a thousand smiles ago.
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132487
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Did you really think you were going to cure cancer with that poem?
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13231310
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I'll see her this fall, a redhead in camo
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1323137
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I find Vermeer and Bach and feel/
for a moment a shower of my own world’s/
prismatics.
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132341
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Whisper salutations to your irises
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132322
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The Church of Chimera, which has tentacles in most cities, would like you to accept the existence of MEGACROCODOG, invisible possessor of the largest penis imaginable. You are promised an afterlife of bliss, as long as you pray to MEGACROCODOG and say his penis is the…
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when I take the time/now to remember/
you have become/a thousand page/memory book
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132352
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The bathroom had exposed rusty pipework, A minty lemonade smell, Ice in the urinal, And a wall of stone-cold mirror. She put some lipstick on, but it looked fake under the lint-covered bulb dangling overhead. She wiped off the lipstick but…
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1323128
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My name's Barbara and don't call me Barbie if you want to be my friend.
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132331
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temporary objects of desire
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132341
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132341
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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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132343
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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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I COULD always sleep. Go "home" now and sleep. My body and my fetus—who complain of this torture—would appreciate sleep. I have something to do that is not sleep. I have something to do that is not sleep. I have to try to wake.
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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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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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He is poised erect before me. I take pleasure in soft skin that does not betray the strength of his cock, firm and yet vulnerable beneath my fingertips. With my hands, I coax him to his full length, girth. Tonight I ignore the heat of my Delta and bow my head in worship…
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The weather, mid-sixties now,
will take its toll on
this singular voice.
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Do you know what it is to crave something? Of course you do. But this was different. This was beyond craving.
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Ben gagged after shot-gunning the scotch. He hiccupped and it came back up through his nose. He grabbed a napkin and caught most of a shot and a half of Whyte & MacKay as it poured out his nose.
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132222
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Is this a tenure track position?
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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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132211
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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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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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...he had that same grin, better than a racy French picture.
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