2559 50 27
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He lit a slim, brown cigarette and drew on it. "But have you heard the flugelhorn? I mean, have you heard a particularly adept flugelhorn?"
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2558 13 8
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Every day the trains transported the young and successful and the not so young and less successful who belonged to the five buildings.
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2558 29 15
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What I wanted was long-in-the-sheets sex...
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2557 5 5
|
You want to be there, but not noticed. Alive, but not too alive. Because that's how you feel every day. Like an apology with legs.
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2557 9 5
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Janice liked me being in the closet while she brought dudes home from the Mack. We both liked it, but sometimes, sitting on that folding chair for that twenty minutes among her clothes, all perfume-stanky and leather-smell, it felt like the whole world wa
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2556 7 4
|
For here in the vortex are no other laws, Than separate towards you I and skirting stone- To wards where wavelets purr against their pause A moment more, to yawn to omicron… Inside the seashell orchard's whirl-quick floor- Come all at once to me or…
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2556 23 25
|
You climb on a stool, drink off the first glass without coming up for air. Man, that tastes good!
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2555 25 16
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The last time they made love she could feel the hint of pain and loss which would become her.
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2552 6 6
|
Others climbed
trees for a
hopeful sighting.
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2552 0 0
|
Cheater was a Goblin. He carried a long knife, not quite a sword, but more than your average pocket blade.
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2551 29 11
|
On the eve of celebrating their patron saint at the public house, one of his particularly cabbaged mates was bold enough to ask him about his cranial deformity.
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2550 52 22
|
I doused back three Buds in the time it took him to detest a variety of subjects including the naivety of quantum physics and pregnant women.
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2550 10 6
|
If all the world had one neck, I would have clenched my hands around it and squeezed until everything went black.
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2547 23 19
|
“Mescaline occurs naturally in our bodies, you know,” I said.
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2547 20 14
|
“We don’t drop litter. Pick it up.”
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2547 17 9
|
“I found a recipe on the net and now my hair smells of pumpkin.”
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2547 8 6
|
I was good-looking, marketable and ambitious. And that never hurt anyone cracking it big ...
|
2546 5 2
|
Instead of these gew-gaw ‘signs’ you waffle about, I will give you reality
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2544 10 5
|
‘In terms of relationship, I am your Father – my name is the Emperor’.
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2543 43 24
|
The field opens up to us like something born.
|
2542 6 0
|
Slipstream features strange events in a typical world whereas New Weird features typical events in a strange world.
|
2540 8 8
|
They were a family, now, these three: child, widow, widower.
|
2539 9 9
|
There were trees where I lived
and clean pavement
|
2538 0 0
|
I lay on grass warmed by the sun Somehow the breeze finds Its way between my toes I gaze at your beauty Standing alone in between Blades of green grass Is Shasta My Daisy I watch you dance As the wind teases and blows I watch you stand tall …
|
2537 37 24
|
I ate a novel. I digested a film reel. I vomited poetry.
|
2536 8 5
|
This is where he died, she says to me, and points to the damp pavement. Her hair is wet, and slicked against her neck. The humidity is making everything engulf her. The sleep shorts I bought her last July are loose on her now, but between the rain and
|
2536 17 14
|
my foreign mouth embarrassed the teachers. my jumbled words gave people sad faces. so wrong these words of mine. even the mentally retarded girl would not talk to me. just looking at my garbled mouth made her slap herself. and my writing. oh no. my writin
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2536 3 1
|
The grenadier moans in his sleep. He’s making love with a dead brown woman. A small, bone thin woman with heavy milk
full breast. A dead child’s milk.
|
2533 2 0
|
Kelly looked at her screen. Did she really just type that? Is she really going that cliche? Apparently so. She sighed. "Well I can't erase it for fear of losing words so I might as well just go with it."
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2533 13 11
|
they’d been pumping him
with Dilaudid at night,
to adjust his palette for what was
coming, in the soft lamp light he
watched his long fingers sprout pink
caterpillar fuzz, knuckles morphed
into hinges for Monarch butterflies,
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