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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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Most of the deer around here have a higher IQ than the hunters.
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"Of course I know," Aidan rocked him gently in his arms. "I know, and I don't care. You need help carrying that stuff around, cause it really sucks to carry it around alone. I know, I've watched you. But baby, we're in this together now."
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The woman wrings her hands again and again, reaching up to place one under her chin, then to her cheek as though there is some pending trepidation no one else can see...
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The virgins smirk / //
We got medieval on their asses
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The rhythm of my breathing
is a litany of regret.
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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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He switched off the light. His wife was breathing softly. At her bedside he told her of her friends the roses, of the pretty carnation brooch he had pinned on her silk scarf, of her coquettish hat which fitted her so well. Small, simple and bright memories the heavy night…
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Thérèse Defarge felt the first drop around ten.
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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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skin is soft and too easily sliced away
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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They’re exhuming Pablo Neruda
To put his old bones to the test
Determine if he was murdered
At the Capitalists’ request.
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But even if the truth
Never sets me free
I'll know this ain't the end of me
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Even raw as she looked coming out of the jail, the woman left echoes.
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He will spread peace like wet blood on a sheet.
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The blue of the sky pierced her heart. She patted her lips with her tongue and turned to him. “We have to talk.”
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Lover’s leap to a bank of smooth shale/
Where I sat drinking beer that past summer/watching a group of hard shell Baptists/line up to be saved in it’s muddy waters
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My first time all started with the girl on the bench. She had those perfect eyes, you know the ones, where you see them and you just can't help wanting to take everything she has on her. Those kind of eyes. And I saw them first. I was the first one there that morning at the…
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We’ll just choke on all our shit
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Obituaries aren’t as much fun
as they used to be.
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...the woman of the sun, twelve stars around her head, the moon at her feet.
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Mulvihill suspected, but could not prove, that the connection to all three murders and the three men was a painting
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For as long as John could remember, he loved to blow up things. It started back in grade school with firecrackers and cherry bombs—he would put them in toys, tin cans, shit like that to see what would happen. Then he advanced to stronger stuff, M-80s. Skip and…
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I don't think I minded so much watching the trucks hit him, one breaking his spine with a decisive snap, and the other finishing the job by splitting his skull. I don't think I minded watching as much as I did watching those two boys poking around at his
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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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Lupe drove. She didn't know where she was going, but still she drove. The Mustang whined because she did not shift gears. The street was wet from a night rain and if…
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rows and sections of casually arranged selectionswell crafted but haphazardpretty objets d'art randomly placed as cluesto significant life moments and revealing preferencesmy mother was an interior designershe would have clucked her tongueher head cocked to the sideas she…
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often visit me in my room, so quietly, so suddenly, buzzing my head with wonderful, possible sentences. Sometimes I find they've been there radiating all along, children ready to burst out in a sneaky fit of laughter if I move just slightly…
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