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Their laughter is of a tiny world that knows nothing of taxes or lost loves, or news reports of flag-draped coffins filled with limbs.
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131920
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"Time really flies.”
“I thought that was only when you were having fun,” he said.
“Don’t be an asshole.”
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131911
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Here is a not remembering
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131931
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Last night, but not really night, I woke up to a huge clattering crash! I reached for my weapon (wouldn't you like to know) and jumped out of soft and cozy, holding myself in my best "I'm-not-afraid-of-you" stance.
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131900
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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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131965
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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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131921
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I remembered because the man took us to see the horses. I didn't see something that set off a series of memories. I only saw the stables and the moon sitting pensively below the firmament. I looked at these and there was spaciousness between the moon and the stables and…
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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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131910
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I bow my head
and shed the antlers
of past lives
I no longer butt heads
with the universe
but I miss my curse
and can’t do worse
I throw myself in reverse
and rehearse the early scenes
of science and my
full meat diet
that sent
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she lays there
wrapped in his baseball sheets
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131853
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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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131841
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Whisper salutations to your irises
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131811
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131852
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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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131810
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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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131830
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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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131840
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We all wish to partake in great events.
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131843
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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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131711
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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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131730
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Most people don't understand what it's like being a pop idol. I am not most people. I am Tincture Shunt, and here I present you with my trajectory to stardom, in case you want to copy it for your own personal use. Unfortunately (for…
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131731
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temporary objects of desire
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131765
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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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131742
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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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131762
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Why go outside where the gutters /
are fraudulent and clogged with popularity?
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131721
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Tonight’s concert was called Desert.
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131631
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After ten days in Jeddah, I start to miss the rain back home in Tennessee....
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131620
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A minute later, a shadow appeared across the left-hand page of the book.
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131674
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—A little blood puts some life into the work, said the old artisan smiling.
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131600
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"Did you see any action?" I ask, hoping for a story. He points to a scar ripping through the chevron on his left arm but says nothing.
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