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I turn the corner and come face to face with Ed, who's stark naked at the kitchen sink. He chugs a glass of hot tap water from a measuring cup and belches loudly. “Good morning,” he says, as he pisses in the sink. “I drink 6 cups of hot tap…
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130122
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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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130100
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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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130110
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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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130122
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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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130175
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One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
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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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1300157
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...he had that same grin, better than a racy French picture.
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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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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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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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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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129900
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an island hidden in the sound holds treasure
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129930
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I guess you felt more comfortable holding your Moby Dick
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