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132274
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132221
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The Fat Man took a sip of whiskey, then replaced his glass on the table next to his fedora. …
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1322126
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it's all a bit like the quiet steam
drifting to nowhere off my microwaved
hot coffee in the sunflower mug
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132211
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He is sleek with hearts and I see a different name etched onto each one.
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132265
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We drank beer and played loose pool, attracted two fun girls, one Jamaican, the other dirty blonde, both of whom seemed interested in only one of the four of us.
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132231
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It was New Year's Day. My cousin and I were having coffee. It was about ten at night. We were outside the establishment. She said: "Sometimes I think you're not happy. I see it in you."
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132210
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Me leaving is not the confirmation of all your fears. It is not. It's because of them.
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132220
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it’s okay, you can come inside me
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132241
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Tomorrow we will eat it in anger.
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1321159
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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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1321163
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There are two, though, that stayed for more than just a little while: Marvin and Oscar. Marvin was married and that's all I have to say about that. Oscar wasn't and it seemed as though he wasn't planning on getting married either. What a petty man he was.
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132165
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132155
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Obituaries aren’t as much fun
as they used to be.
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132100
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It was then an angel was sent to provide assistance and guidance. After the first time, with the radio show, the woman could almost feel her presence. When she did not know what to do, or needed help or to encourage others, when her own will and words wer
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132100
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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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132153
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Small wonders, her worthless,priceless treasures fortify the wallswhile hoarded trinkets protect her like armor against memoriesof a desperate past.
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132152
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“Don’t you think you should tie a tourniquet or something?” she asked as I bled profusely from the points where Jesus was wounded during his crucifixion.
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132100
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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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132122
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It didn't matter if they burned or not.
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132100
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"It all began with a painting," I said. "Mostly blue. Acrylic. Naturalistic in a modern sense. She was stylized but recognizable, and her breasts were exposed. Everyone could see her disordered skirt. The painter was a fan of Herrick.
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132120
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With some of these guys it was like propping a kid on a training-wheel bike, then steering the kid down the street til he figured out what to do next. Tricks would come into the bar. Roanne had a smile for all but the dregs…
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132032
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and then he began to sing, along with the ghostly villagers
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132042
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He saw in her something fierce and wild
and gently led her to
his open palm...
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132000
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Last week I heard that there is a new horror movie out about Abe Lincoln, with the plot of the film involving the tallest of presidents hunting down vampire bats with his axe while suspending habeas corpus, writing lame speeches about the freedom of man, restoring the…
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132000
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Slowly, she eased me
into my place
where I melted
into the dark seat
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132052
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lift my love and be lifted
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1320119
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132053
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They borrowed birds from the trees
And forced me to sing along with them
You could say they made my heart burn
But we all know some of that was fake
It was a direct route
From sleep walking
To sleep shopping
To this
I guess I lived a
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132021
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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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