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Even among the thousands of black cats/
in the world, though, he would nonetheless/
be my favorite with those impurities of light brown tufts
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It is imperfect,/
eroded by the optics//
of light, space/
and orbital mechanics.
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135943
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-- as if I had / only rung the rusted bell --
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135910
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Sick of sight, Ai Kitano constructed glasses by which the wearer was rendered totally blind.
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135910
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Believe me, I would run if I could, but there seems to be a low haze of molasses clinging to my ankles.
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135922
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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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135900
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By the time I was born, my parents were already sickened, blackened, blighted people.
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1359105
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The light they love to hate so much is always pulsating within each life; the unbelievable color sword of what happens next when any two people find each other in their hearts and all pretense is somehow gone, for at…
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135952
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...the completeness of pleasure tantamount to the end of all process...
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135922
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for Tracy ThornYou don't need a song about fixed stars, you needa reason to be glad stars are here. Themoon's always been around, but not always like the friend you want,until now. Don't throw it all away becauseyou are too sad to care. You've come into your own. Allthings…
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135911
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never have i wanted/ to stay in one place long,/ flight inspired to escape/ existential ennui--
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135900
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“Honorable condominium association members,” the leader begins. “I apologize for not having a PowerPoint slide show tonight, but me and my muchachos travel light.”
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135800
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Perhaps she’s also a do-gooder. One of those socially conscious, change-the-world type girls complete with a never ending supply of life’s own contagious enthusiasm.
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135832
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and then he began to sing, along with the ghostly villagers
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135800
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The music is too loud in here and it's hurting my ears. I know some of the words to the songs because my older sister listens to the same stuff when she's in her bedroom and is playing her iPod and my dad yells at her to turn that crap down. I like my dad. He calls me…
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135830
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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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135897
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Antibiotic ointment didn't help. Maybe Granny medicine would.
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135800
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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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135821
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Ever the chance we were given, with luck always, fate. At least we engendered the song and the drink. Having sailed from the goddess of sensual love, having the best throw that beauty allowed, now you can call it will, though some will call it hate.
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135832
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It was May of my senior year in college. Everybody was coasting, knowing what they were going to be doing the next year, or that they’d be doing nothing. Except for one guy, Tom.
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135822
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Let your father stay
through that dinner
when his mistress needed him,
while your mother was on the verge.
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135800
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...black birds fall from trees...
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135800
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In the tumbled-down now there's too much material, culled from pretty boys that don't notice me and tattooed ones that do, and I'm certain there's at least one dreamer soaking eyes into me who knows all the twisted lyrics invoking pretty little horses.
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135754
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She laughed as she stuck up the word flaccid,
it kept falling down
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135700
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Do you know what it is to crave something? Of course you do. But this was different. This was beyond craving.
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135752
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The bathroom had exposed rusty pipework, A minty lemonade smell, Ice in the urinal, And a wall of stone-cold mirror. She put some lipstick on, but it looked fake under the lint-covered bulb dangling overhead. She wiped off the lipstick but…
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135730
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I guess you felt more comfortable holding your Moby Dick
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135701
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Ben gagged after shot-gunning the scotch. He hiccupped and it came back up through his nose. He grabbed a napkin and caught most of a shot and a half of Whyte & MacKay as it poured out his nose.
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135721
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I remember taking you to see all these sexy movies because it really built up the passion in you. I loved what you did to me when we got back home after those movies. That’s when we were just trying out our dating wings.
I don’t know if you knew how
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and skirts, lovely batiks, swirl around your ankles
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