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"I see how little kids might find you creepy," she says between red velvet bites...
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It leaves on a Saturday,suddenly, while you are raking leaves or taking out the trash.Those inevitable, boring things.You do not hear it go;it's been quiet before when it left certain rooms. It no longersleeps beside you, and you learnedlong ago that the bed was…
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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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After all, if she could get through World War II with no more than a couple of letters and numbers on her arm, she could, sure as hell, get through this.
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In the neon light and barroom shadows,
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If you were glassI'd fog you up With my breathI'd leave messagesPictographsIn fingerprints I'd press in closeSo would youAnd so we'd danceBut you are glassAn inch of depthTo catch my breath
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Talk To the Bionic Hand
“Scientists have discovered how to program intention into a bionic hand so that it will react to impulses from the brain like a normal hand”
Man found being choked by his own out-of-control bionic hand
after han
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Her legs splayed out
in front of her.
She was a mess
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We are a city of overworked workers.
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The whole scene smells like paranoia.
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The sun was a red beet and it waited low in the sky but I didn't know for what reason. You could look right at it and forget for an instant about tenement buildings and hydro lines, or the dirty city in general. I tied my shoes and got some water…
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"A Social Worker develops programs to help feed the poor," she had said, "and makes sure there's a chicken in every pot. A Counselor asks them how they feel about getting the chicken. And a Therapist diagnoses and treats them when they start hearing
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The pawnbroker sat behind bulletproof glass at the rear of the display area, a veritable potentate of hope and cash, exchanging expendable items for derisory cash.
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But I sense a tremor in your soul as well, young friend, a yearning of some sorts.
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Side morning lightthrough hydrangea crab, reachand shine off patio ice
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rinse
plate cup glass spoon
bowl soapy water
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There’s a crack in the cosmos,
and pink is leaking through.
There’s a crack in the cosmos,
fix the sink, the toilet leak.
There are many cracks in the cosmos,
numerous. This is how time escapes.
Good grief, they’re going to suck the cream
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The lights are dimAnd love's the mood tonight.Enveloped by DarknessPierced by rays of light;That black dressto meis pure delight.Dancing together,Arm in arm,arm over shoulder;I promiseI won't get any bolder.Eyes meet eyesYour lips against mine.My heart is pounding,Sweet…
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of anything if that's the way you feel your love must go down, off its last nut before the big victimizing crash of the end of days and flowers. But watch out for thosethorn bushes that grow from forgotten holes in the ground.…
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—A little blood puts some life into the work, said the old artisan smiling.
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“I’m sure he meant no disrespect,” LeBron said, playing the peacemaker. “For example, I used to be ‘The Chosen One’ but I changed my nickname to ‘Chip’. Like it?”
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Estonia wore a liver milagro charm on a thin piece of rawhide around her neck and slept with her teeth in a jar. She was dreaming as she often did of the four children she conceived in Mexico. They had been born in bright colors and dust. Her first child Nina…
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With the sudden thrust//
of April green, we can forget/
our drought continues.
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I love you, I said. A beautiful smile struggled through the pain. But I love you more.
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Al Capone was ruling the backstreets and alleyways of Chicago during Prohibition, and we lived in a little house right next door to a speak-easy. I could peak through our curtains and see right into the bar next door when cops came in to get pai
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The musician’s wife had a roving eye. He didn't care. He liked being married to a wild and crazy woman.
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We sat up in bed. It's two o'clock in the morning. Blinding circular flashlight beams probe through the half pulled shades. Magnified black silhouettes of men's torsos lumber back and forth in the yard. We are in a fishbowl and being invaded.
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The manic,/
looking on, finds and polishes//
the sharp green shard and bottle cap
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Thérèse Defarge felt the first drop around ten.
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I felt my words reach out and try to grab him by the heart. They missed.
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