1293 2 1
|
A ten-ton bus with ill-manners going slow
|
1293104
|
There’s not enough time because we come back to the things we never learn and forget them.
|
129330
|
Kiln dried mummies, landscape of once were alpacas. / Now all the wool is farmed in Alva
|
1293126
|
I could have a minor stroke.
|
129300
|
When the village slept, the men came knocking.
|
129300
|
Another subject of interest is "furverts"--"individuals who engage in sexual activity while dressed in animal costumes."
|
129302
|
There's a whole pack of us, men minted from hot brass and thumbtacks.
Too tough for sensibility's sake.
|
129351
|
|
129333
|
I thought
we ended things a long time ago
|
129300
|
|
129351
|
I change things without notice for himto make sure he's ready for the corporate world. It's no longer our goal to watch cartoonswe must now focus on breakfastthenaction figures. "But Daddy," he says. "I likecartoons." "I know it hurts," I say."But…
|
129233
|
Here comes the bus. It’s going to Tuscany and is full of pronouns: he, she, me, you, it, them, us, we, and you again.
|
1292107
|
|
1292118
|
|
129221
|
Mulvihill suspected, but could not prove, that the connection to all three murders and the three men was a painting
|
129200
|
-Looks like you could use some light, Austerlitz, said one of the men in a heavy Russian accent, or perhaps you prefer the dark?
|
129210
|
It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
|
129200
|
They do exist though. They have for centuries and when one comes forward and is vocal and authentic, it pays to give a listen. How to know if they are authentic? They charge nothing, they fear nothing and they merely exist in the world, just as you and I
|
129243
|
I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
|
1292238
|
but all I can give them now are air hugs
|
129222
|
Where I sit here clad in armour by the stars, I do not think of you; those thoughts are over. Beneath the silver here is light enough, To make me ponder by a lighter way. Beyond the bronze óf our sun and the others That haply rein the…
|
129210
|
The sun was a red beet and it waited low in the sky but I didn't know for what reason. You could look right at it and forget for an instant about tenement buildings and hydro lines, or the dirty city in general. I tied my shoes and got some water…
|
129232
|
Sometimes the universe is a coin flipping so fast it’s hard to see which side is polished and shiny.
|
129221
|
My man’s got a habit that’s kinda strange.
I’ve got a feeling he’s never gonna change.
Whenever I take a trip,
when I git back, my underwear’s ripped.
|
129263
|
What was it about the aged and cookies? Here was another one that relished them. Sebastian's grandmother was a specialist. People on the outside thought she was a bird enthusiast. Grandma could be seen refilling the bird feeders at all hours. After the morning…
|
1291118
|
youthful pin oaks grant solemn attention to the aluminum gurney
|
129100
|
"...his previous prognosis of never being able to walk again has been upgraded to 'severe and debilitating physical pain and mental anguish,' so maybe there really IS a God!"
|
129112
|
The Sunday sunset slowly simmers the sea.
|
129131
|
I hope my blonde down still beats in your heart, and the black crescent curved under, you will remember, and I would move toward your window where my own heart lay in a dish, with the thick valley lifting.
Remember, I crossed and uncrossed my legs f
|
129154
|
No one has the right/
to script how someone dies.
|
