1361 5 4
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We’ll just choke on all our shit
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1361158
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It is imperfect,/
eroded by the optics//
of light, space/
and orbital mechanics.
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136155
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Luke and Diane sat at a round white table looking around the room. There were clusters of people forming an archipelago of cordial exchange and small talk. All but a few were strangers, friends and family of his sister-in-law Mary, now a widow, though the word sounded…
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136110
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Sick of sight, Ai Kitano constructed glasses by which the wearer was rendered totally blind.
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136110
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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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136122
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I keep the book when the lessons are done, go through the pages Momma skipped over...
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1361105
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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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136100
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“Because the day I fucked you I caught an infection and now I have it for life.”
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136111
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never have i wanted/ to stay in one place long,/ flight inspired to escape/ existential ennui--
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136100
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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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136150
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Bitter the sun when it is in Hades
High fans meaning nothing keep the heat down
but the nitre keeps burning
So glows the gloss and high sheen on the skin
Foreheads exhibit thought
though the eyes are crossed
and at night, butterflies i
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136100
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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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136020
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He once owned a dog named Bark. As a kid, he was kicked out of the Boy Scouts of America. His childhood nickname was “Sleepy.” When he was little, and alone, he used to sing songs to God. When he joined Second City in 1973, the troupe was…
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136052
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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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136030
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I guess you felt more comfortable holding your Moby Dick
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136043
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-- as if I had / only rung the rusted bell --
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136064
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It was an autumn day, late in the afternoon, a Tuesday, when the last murderer died. There was no official announcement. Indeed, she and her crime had been forgotten. Pancreatitis, her cause of death. Quite treatable, the cancer. Nothing could be done for the gene that…
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136030
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On my second trip home from the University of Illinois down state in Urbana, it was during our break between semesters, I remember it was a particularly freezing cold and miserable January (1963.) I had a date with Lynda.
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136052
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...the completeness of pleasure tantamount to the end of all process...
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136096
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The world can still be viewed as a honey drop of sparkling rain, but not all washed up tears can be revealed as such. The stories swirling inside are constantly shifting their own gears, searching for the lost highway, and sometimes…
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136000
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when I said good morning I meant
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136020
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Speaking in tongues
untranslatable,
they move in experimental spacesuits,
uneasy in the other's gravity.
(To say nothing of the difficulty of dancing.)
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136012
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Old scars at night burn hot and bright
Deep in her heart in Texas
She rides around with the ragtop down
Driving her brand new Lexus
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136000
|
...black birds fall from trees...
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1360129
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The gulls/
have somehow mastered the art//
of avoiding the nooses of six-pack/
plastic rings
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135941
|
Whisper salutations to your irises
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135922
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“plain before my eyes” said he eyes swathed in bandages covering sight
oozing yellow fluid is this life thought i
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135930
|
A kind of sucking darkness into
A kind of noir celebration of despair
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135952
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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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1359118
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and skirts, lovely batiks, swirl around your ankles
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