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to continue to crumble its way through another grinding cycle of slowly walking to the edge of the universe ancient treelike beings, like gentle ghost buffalo, and our own thundering buildings by the hundreds of thousands, …
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125444
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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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125422
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I caught a fragment of a charged argument as I passed them. The young man said, “Well, I am talking about love.” And the young woman with equal volume checkmated with, “Well, I am talking about money.” Though their lives were none of my business, this exc
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125442
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Im in bed.
Bed.
I look at the word bed written on the screen.
Bed.
It looks like bad but not quite.
Bed-Bad.
Bad-Bed.
I have a bad bed. Lets say my bed is bad.
It is a bed to the extent that it is bad. It is not good, it is bad. It is a bad bed.
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125333
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Well, hello
hunger: what a sweet surprise.
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125340
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"At a bare minimum it deserves to be a major cult hit."
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125366
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They shoot up through the soles of their feet
once the veins in their arms are all used up.
They shoot up in their necks
like the cows on the African Savannah
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125341
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This time is different. The dream doesn’t continue with endless walking.
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125322
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The boss has a serious problem--he's too nice for his own good.
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125396
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Sonia banks on hidden things in the minds of other people, whereas I bank on what I know.
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125395
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an artist sits in the sun
moving fingers through long hair
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125355
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Sundays I drive her to the cemetery to visit her husband of fifty years. I've had her for two, and when I tell her I love her as much as he did, she laughs. I have to hold her elbow and help her over the bumpy grass. Today it's raining and we brought just one umbrella, so…
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125342
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Up to the loft we went, shedding clothes all the way. No one is home, but the place smells like the fresh cookies my mom had made before she left. It's dark and my lips hit his…
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125332
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one day the words will form an order, one day the words will make a rhyme, one day the words will make a meaning
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125300
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Ben panicked momentarily. Which passport?
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125232
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His thoughts drifted to when he was a kid, to the monthly trip to the barber.
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125232
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and then he began to sing, along with the ghostly villagers
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125200
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TromboneA trombone blusters his waythrough the bright restaurant,demanding to see the chef.He's furious;the prawns have given himsplitnotes.ViolinsFour violins wait for a bus in the rain.The pervading atmosphere of melancholymakes their plaintive scrapings redundant.AxeThe…
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125221
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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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125200
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Their laughter is of a tiny world that knows nothing of taxes or lost loves, or news reports of flag-draped coffins filled with limbs.
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125255
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Seems I was in the wrong place, wrong time.
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125263
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125266
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With the sudden thrust//
of April green, we can forget/
our drought continues.
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125299
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Here’s an obvious fact: I live in Germany, but don’t speak much German. Okay, I speak very little German. Truth be told, hardly any.
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125210
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There's one graveyard for the part-timers and another for the full-timers. Ours is a little nicer, but we're still all going to hell. Do you remember St. Petersburg? No, you're memory's not that good.
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125242
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Urban skunks want to visit your neighborhood and be bold in your neighborhood.
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125222
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It didn't matter if they burned or not.
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125200
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My writing career began with sitting around the tree eating Christmas presents.
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125211
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never have i wanted/ to stay in one place long,/ flight inspired to escape/ existential ennui--
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