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when I take the time/now to remember/
you have become/a thousand page/memory book
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130542
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Concrete coffeecake
drumbeat gyrate
Andy Rooney ran a meter.
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130521
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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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130530
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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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130500
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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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130565
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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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130531
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At school, Joe knew the answers to the questions. He used to jump up onto his desk and wave his arm before Mrs. Gestapo told him he would have to stop or he would go to the principal’s office, where the other kids said that the principal made you pull d
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130522
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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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130572
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"The tundra was as cold and barren as Mother Theresa's womb."
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130553
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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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130531
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And the urban sprawl doesn’t hesitate. All around me, I taste the aftermath of bricks, dust and dirt, freshly laid concrete slabs.
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130542
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Paul and Mary Jo lived in an apartment at the top of a long, dark flight of stairs that were so high, I remember as if it were yesterday thinking, the night she pushed him down the stairs, he would surely be dead by the time he hit the landing at the…
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130522
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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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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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During the night and in the fog of halfsleep Ben shifted and felt the weight of Miranda gone from him, the bed empty. In the quiet of the house he thought he heard a footstep and the soft shutting of a door, and as his eyes searched the dark he…
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130543
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the ones that have seen
the other seasons,
let them set up the track
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130575
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One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
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130541
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Tomorrow we will eat it in anger.
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130400
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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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130430
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A kind of sucking darkness into
A kind of noir celebration of despair
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130452
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lift my love and be lifted
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1304119
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130422
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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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130400
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-That’s more like it. He released Ben and holstered his gun under his leather jacket.
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130421
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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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1304119
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First have a good window seat
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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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130400
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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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130400
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Antique pens better allow an old soul to express what needs expressing.
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