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It didn't matter if they burned or not.
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135063
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Sorrow fences with fear and questions
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135043
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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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135075
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One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
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135021
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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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134963
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Memory is unreliable, of course-/
re-coloring savored scenes-/
paler here, more saturated there-
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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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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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134900
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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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134910
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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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134900
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the gambling priest stands in the morning fog/red moon hangs in the sky/the army of seven houses marches over the hill
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134911
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never have i wanted/ to stay in one place long,/ flight inspired to escape/ existential ennui--
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134941
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We call this game the end of the world...
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134910
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The lace fell through the fingers, wrinkled and nimble they had become too used to avoiding the finite objects in life which needed attention. The white cotton sat loosely on her shoulders, the collar exposed the skin which had become dry and her shoulder
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134900
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When the lore of the land could no longer hold the minds of men, they turned their eyes to places where they expected to find no other gaze.
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[VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.]
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134800
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Slowly, she eased me
into my place
where I melted
into the dark seat
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134830
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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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With the sudden thrust//
of April green, we can forget/
our drought continues.
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Sonia banks on hidden things in the minds of other people, whereas I bank on what I know.
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134855
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“After your death is confirmed,” I assured him, “a hardcover first edition of your books, will sell for millions at auction in New York.
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134700
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Detective-Sergeant Claude Mulvihill sat in his squad car, which was parked on 54th Street in front of Bright Star Recording Studios. He had just finished the second of two jelly donuts and was spiking his coffee with three packets of sugar.
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134720
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A minute later, a shadow appeared across the left-hand page of the book.
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134752
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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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134710
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When I was a boy and just out of seminary school, I went to a Doors concert and heard Jim Morrison sing his song ‘Soft Parade’ – it changed my life.
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134730
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I turn the corner and come face to face with Ed, who's stark naked at the kitchen sink. He chugs a glass of hot tap water from a measuring cup and belches loudly. “Good morning,” he says, as he pisses in the sink. “I drink 6 cups of hot tap…
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134700
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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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It was the most prestigious cashier position in the entire state!
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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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