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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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130122
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I keep the book when the lessons are done, go through the pages Momma skipped over...
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130131
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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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130100
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After going to the garage and moving at least 4000 boxes of junk we found the coat rack. We wrestled it up the stairs to my room. I wasn't much help, but Dad was cool about it. I think he was just happy I liked the suit.
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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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130032
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and then he began to sing, along with the ghostly villagers
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130010
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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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130030
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A kind of sucking darkness into
A kind of noir celebration of despair
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1300128
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My name's Barbara and don't call me Barbie if you want to be my friend.
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130065
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I texted a wickety-split, tax-declaring New York-based international escort, a moonlighting, all-pro Kit, whose day job on Wall Street yields no bonus.
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130053
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In the neon light and barroom shadows,
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130000
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-That’s more like it. He released Ben and holstered his gun under his leather jacket.
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130021
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Listening too much to the night, with its whistles, bright lights of luminescent bursts like leaves on fire, or the raised ear of a cow in the purple mist, or the curled tail of a pig foraging in the night.
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130000
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Ben woke in a black mood. His head was ready to explode and his throat was raw
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130022
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The boy in the elevator with round glasses, /
who carried a newly-purchased broom, /
was tall and burdened with clothes
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130000
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Antique pens better allow an old soul to express what needs expressing.
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130053
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His eyes begin to glisten like hot green wax pooling around the
wick
of a
pretty little candle.
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130000
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when I said good morning I meant
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130041
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We call this game the end of the world...
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130075
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One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
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130000
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We walk with our heads down, maybe 15 of us, moving under a sun that has grown to encompass everything. Everything is in hues of orange and red like a bloody eyeball on fire.
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130041
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Tomorrow we will eat it in anger.
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129910
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They say that air traffic control is stressful work and I guess it is for some people. It did require a lot of concentration but that never bothered me much. I could keep the position, bearing and altitude of a couple of dozen aircraft in my head without
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129931
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This was not a good sign, comforting gestures from strangers were bad omens.
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129944
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when I take the time/now to remember/
you have become/a thousand page/memory book
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129921
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Gringovitch sat on the big leather chair in Olivia’s suite. Before him on a coffee table were the nude sketches he’d made of her earlier that day.
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129930
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I guess you felt more comfortable holding your Moby Dick
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129921
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I saw blood. The walls of the bar were completely covered in red shag carpeting. Had I been thrown back in time to the Seventies? It felt as if I had entered Hell itself. No, this was not Hell. This was the Aryan-Brotherhood's version of the movie Shaft. I…
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129955
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The television was playing reruns of Mr. Ed, but it was hard to hear because of the flock of birds in the palm tree. I’d sometimes imagined the birds coming through the window, a swarming of pink cotton mouths, mawing everything in sight.
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...he had that same grin, better than a racy French picture.
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