1920 10 2
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The couple drove away at the end of the late show. They crashed sooner or later, often with fatalities to the woman cuddled up against her illicit lover.
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1920209
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Something about the Garden of Eden. That it isn't really a garden, and I'm not even sure what Eden means.
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192052
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It couldn’t be a worse time for failed novelist Robert Grayson. He’s 40 and falling apart. He’s balding and accumulating a gut. His job writing technical manuals for software looks like it might get cut. Then his wife does the unthinkable and files
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19193324
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your mania for sentences / has dried up your heart
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1919107
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Some of the notes allude to how the ineluctable modalities of the visible and audible are transformed by the experience of hanging in a transparent egg half out of a B-17 at 10 thousand feet waiting to be spattered like paint.
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191900
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Yahweh’s a betting deity, as bad as Lucifer at times. If you don’t believe me, look at the duck-billed platypus. Yahweh lost that time. So did the duck, but that’s another story.
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191810
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Not that Dick Cheney gave one rusty rat's ass about what the UN might want. Fuck those poop countries!
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191811
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You never forget your first mouthful of monkey stew.
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191850
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I realize most automatonical authors stick to non-fiction, but if my work bears any resemblance to real automatons or events, I assure you it is purely coincidental.
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191862
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A sticky glass. An open copy of Outside magazine. A flat part of the meadow that reeked of blood and cologne. A dog (my dog) hidden in the closet, shivering so hard the hangers jangled.
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1917138
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The clickity-click of poker chips spills out to the six of us waiting for a table. We're old college buddies, drunk since one this afternoon, sporting the ball caps our wives never let us wear. We brag. About our poker wins, how easy it is to read each other, how we can…
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19162918
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The story of my life/
would put insomniacs to sleep.
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1916138
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I still believe in the very slim chanceI might say something luckyenough to reach your truest insides, your at homespirit, that you will hearand understand ascare on my part, evenif you can never quiteidentify me asits secret sender, that warm…
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19152111
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“When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.”
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19142120
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She watched an inky cloud suck all the color / from the trees.
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191432
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We fucked in the backseat like the verse of a b-side, and that was enough to make him think my boys were half of his body.
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19144111
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He drove down there in his truck the second time. Didn't want to get anywhere near that snooty car of hers.
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19133324
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No one explained triumph
would feel like this.
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19131614
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ornery women / in tall hats, suspender dads, kids deformed with / ribbons
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191383
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After like forever I remembered Seth was there, too. He was still on the levee's edge, but had drawn his legs up and crossed them, Indian-style. All of a sudden he was laughing.
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191285
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That bottle just sits there in the closet, next to the hats and a box full of old gloves. Years it’s been there. Try as we might, we never open it. We just don’t have a damn thing to celebrate. Who was it brought that bottle into our lives and went and ruined …
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19113215
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Maybe the thing is over by now. They have gathered up all the pictures and mementos of our dad’s life and hauled them away.
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1911118
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The voice in the sand: "If it has soul you must funk it."
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191093
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The year I lick so much windowpane off stamps I have to use Elmer's glue to back the twenty-center for a postcard cash request to my mother, that I am alive note at the end of term, is the year of all the "wine" parties.
"Wine" is what we put down
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19091511
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During war, as in any terrible time of upheaval, burials are merely quick words and a scattering of dirt, if the dead are lucky.
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19092017
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My glasses fog up every time I go to collect her from the pool. I'll never get used to glasses. When my sight got suddenly worse the day she was born, I didn't tell anyone. As she turned from baby to child, my love for her grew, and my world got smaller,
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1909419
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19084622
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Mirko returns!
All the words have been said.
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190822
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It's the way an earnest five-year-old boy pronounces every single letter as he whispers. Something about octopuses, something else about peas.
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190810
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“Honey, honey.” He tried to take her hand but she pulled away. “This is about the cup. Don't make it about us.”
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