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“Miss Brown had spent the morning (was it just this morning? Or another?) purchasing parsnips and leafy green vegetables from the local grocers, when she was overcome by a wave of nausea. The world went black and she awoke in a windowless, doorless room.
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120043
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And her life runs like clockwork. And the kids wouldn’t get to school without her, and the paychecks wouldn’t arrive and the taxes wouldn’t get paid. And she listens to religion and country and God telling her how to run her life, what to do and when. B
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120040
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We all wish to partake in great events.
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120011
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I drink the funeral in a dream. I give satisfaction in voice overs.
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120000
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A young officer approached the lawn where Shane was picketing with friends. All from middle-class neighborhoods, none considered "troubled," they were beginning to learn that obeying the law wasn't always enough . . .
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120040
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Bipolar. Schizophrenic. Alcoholic.
Addicted. Abused. A reader?
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120021
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Tonight’s concert was called Desert.
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120043
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Your father's remembrance and memorial would be inappropriate for me to attend. never mind the truth the searing…
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120044
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But in 1991 Carmen developed a heroin habit and was forced to sell her powder blue, convertible Mercedes 500SL...
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120022
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I caught a fragment of a charged argument as I passed them. The young man said, “Well, I am talking about love.” And the young woman with equal volume checkmated with, “Well, I am talking about money.” Though their lives were none of my business, this exc
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120022
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NO3RAM7-ciU
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119921
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There’s an account of roasting inward, holding myself like a rock inflamed, my inward joy rotting my veins. How was I supposed to go on loving anything after you? Like a pigeon hated at home, awaiting your passionate kisses? Knowing how your classical k
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119954
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Eroica sprawled among/
the horns and violins
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119933
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Well, hello
hunger: what a sweet surprise.
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119932
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There was no hope for the writing desk. Even if it had not been for the splintered leg held together only by duct tape, there was no way Ron could have fit into the back of the station wagon with the rest of the luggage. He asked the Mexicans across the s
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119921
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It was that awkward time when one didn’t know if the night’s lover wanted to see you again.
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119900
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My writing career began with sitting around the tree eating Christmas presents.
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119900
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He'd always considered it his bus.
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1199107
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119922
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I wonder what it would be like to dog-paddle in the middle of the ocean.
I wonder how Jean Auguste Ingres got the flesh tones for “Odalisque.”
I wonder if bees have dreams.
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119932
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The last of the Kazan Tatar Khans. Each dome represents a severed head.
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119933
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I study the architecture of hunger. I listen to intuitions. I have a map of heaven and a map of hell and they are the same map.
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119997
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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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119910
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“A story shines brighter through a tear in your eye,” You say
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119911
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Easter the emerald parlor remembered, come yourself to convince me now impose yourself firm to the maroon furrow that is my heart. Interloper, make your mayhem here, where I have been miserable -…
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119820
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The alcohol is on my mind, on my mind, on my mind
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119842
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Concrete coffeecake
drumbeat gyrate
Andy Rooney ran a meter.
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119830
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A kind of sucking darkness into
A kind of noir celebration of despair
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119832
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119800
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Last time I saw the American Dream was Tuesday, down at the Unemployment Office. He was looking pretty worn out, as if being unemployed for over a year was finally getting to him.
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