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We call this game the end of the world...
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130422
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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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1304126
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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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130475
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One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
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130300
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Call it what you may but misfortune, bad luck, disaster, adversity and trials of different calibers can hit us at any time.We are human. We experience the ups and downs of life everyday. Out of a job, lack of money, health insurance and other luxuries that some people…
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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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130330
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A kind of sucking darkness into
A kind of noir celebration of despair
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130321
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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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1303128
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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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130352
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lift my love and be lifted
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130331
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temporary objects of desire
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130322
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Defenestration - the act of throwing someone out of a window.
I went to Prague recently to visit my family’s castle, which is called Krivoklat. I’m not even going to attempt to explain to you how to pronounce that. It’s outside Prague, about an hour t
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130300
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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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130365
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"Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels."--William Carlos WilliamsThere is something beautiful I want to say to you that doesn't seem to make much more sense in a box of clever words like this one. It feels closer to…
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a thinking man's bird
high above
coated with scent
of life
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130300
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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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130300
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when I said good morning I meant
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130310
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Mary had no shoes. She told me they were stolen by someone at the shelter and I believed her because she stood there outside the Arlington T stop in a pair of tube socks. She told me she wasn't asking for money. She told me the shelter was serving seafood today so her…
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130310
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Her questions apparently had their desired effect.
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130344
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But in 1991 Carmen developed a heroin habit and was forced to sell her powder blue, convertible Mercedes 500SL...
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130341
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Tomorrow we will eat it in anger.
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of anything if that's the way you feel your love must go down, off its last nut before the big victimizing crash of the end of days and flowers. But watch out for thosethorn bushes that grow from forgotten holes in the ground.…
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130232
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and then he began to sing, along with the ghostly villagers
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130242
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Concrete coffeecake
drumbeat gyrate
Andy Rooney ran a meter.
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130230
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I guess you felt more comfortable holding your Moby Dick
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130265
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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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130221
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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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then something like a shark gnawing on a harpsichord. Her drum kit apparently is an entire laundromat. A pocketful of marbles spilling in rivulets, down a set of narrow linoleum steps, merrily as two warblers splashing in a birdbath. several octaves below
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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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