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She was, they said, everyman’s armful;
Bedding down with her was most likely harmful.
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117342
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The ambient sound wheezes on.
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117301
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On a cold, dark night near to All Hallows' Eve in October of 1930, I was summoned by Constable John Wakefield to the house of Vernalier Driscoll. The constable was wild-eyed and very nervous, his hair appeared to be standing on end.
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117365
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Things are still being said in a world that sounds like rough bows and straight slicing arrows communicating with (smashing like fists) a poor pool of tired animals. There must also come a time to surprise these same cruel machines…
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117355
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today
somewhere by water
this photograph of a woman
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117263
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Memory is unreliable, of course-/
re-coloring savored scenes-/
paler here, more saturated there-
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1172128
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fog settles over the mountain laying a ghostly blue shroud
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“Professor Gosser,”continued Victor, “I once screwed three women in a row--I mean of course, time, not space—good one, huh? Well, each woman farted at the exact moment she climaxed. Would that qualify as coincidence? And did it have anything to do with th
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1172138
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Humanity comes without a choice
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117221
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“You take the woman, you get her records,” Dean said, and he didn't seem the least bit troubled by the Streisand album.
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[NOTE: PLEASE DEFER READING THIS UNTIL YOU'VE COMPLETED THE 'MONAD' (OR 'MILESTONE') YOU'VE NEEDED TO! THANKS! BE FOREWARNED!]
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117220
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When I was nine years old, I fell through the rotting
boards that covered my grandmother's cesspool and nearly
drowned.
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117211
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Here is a not remembering
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117211
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"I see how little kids might find you creepy," she says between red velvet bites...
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117233
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Jo was tailored, Amy was frivolous with ribbons and bows, Meg was plain and sensible; and Beth, who was ill and had no costume changes, wore the same nightgown throughout the dress-up session.
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Miriam smiled as I entered through the old, creaky metal front door of her home. She sat still, face marked of deep wrinkles, tense with the pain only another cancer patient would understand. In that soft, sweet, melodic voice, she greeted me. '"Hello Ms. Monica, I've been…
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Old scars at night burn hot and bright
Deep in her heart in Texas
She rides around with the ragtop down
Driving her brand new Lexus
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117233
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The lone young man walking in the distance,/receding silently,
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1171114
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When were you flash frozen?
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117120
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Time is a form of sandwich. Each component of the sandwich is nestled between night and day, which enclose it like slices of bread. There are minutes, hours, and seconds. Seconds are tiny, like sesame seeds. Minutes are a little larger. Think of them as p
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117120
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It's going to be expensive, but it's booked and I am going to enjoy every single minute of it.
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She approached him submissively, face down, eyes hidden by hair that moved with every shift of the current.
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117130
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From the earth it erupts
Growing longer, stronger, as the sun rises and sets
Days and nights pass, bringing the wind, the rain, the moon, the stars
A place of shelter it becomes
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We are impressed and cheer them on/
in their struggle against the wild/
and unkempt ravages of nature
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117100
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(and the teacher’s voice, which we realize has just faded in at a drone:)
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He went for long, quiet walks. These seemed to quell the seething rages swirling about him as he exhumed and reconstructed the truth of himself.
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You don’t want to tango with me, she said.
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Polo observed Madam Mayweather’s demeanor. The concern in her eyes for the students and faculty under attack by the Nocturne.
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The Bearcat 101 was a police scanner popular with a certain type during in the 1970s. Daddy was that exact type. I found the Bearcat in his apartment after he passed. His illness was a common one, the process gradual, implacable. No red and blue…
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I have to find a way To evolve To become To grow into something else To become something else I have to find a way To let go Loosen my firm grasp Watch it all fall away Let myself fall away Drop this act This weight This mess of a life This mess I…
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