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131131
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The waitress appears and Fred gives her a big smile and th3 once over. It's no wonder he's had so many women in his life while I've . . . uh . . . read a lot of books.
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1311104
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There’s not enough time because we come back to the things we never learn and forget them.
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131112
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The women, I think,
Handle it better than
The men.
The men just stare
Straight ahead
Vacantly
Hollow-eyed
Lonely.
The women more
Fulfilled by their lives,
Having always
Expressed their love.
The men,
Not so much.
And find
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131100
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“How about licensed-character theme funerals for kids who die young?” I asked, broaching a sensitive subject. “Do you think they’re”–I hesitated–”a money maker?”
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131177
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It's true. I like to walk on the ceiling. But please. Don't hold it against me. The ceiling is cold. Nobody lives there. Just a spider. A curious arachnid. She lets herself down sometimes. If I'm on the bed, trying to sleep, staring at the ceiling, watching her…
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131165
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Not sure I remember what's important, but I remember you. That's the whole problem I think. You're a drain where all my words wind up going down. All of them get lost inside of you. Eventually. And I'm left with nothing to say. Because all my words are…
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131100
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Another subject of interest is "furverts"--"individuals who engage in sexual activity while dressed in animal costumes."
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131152
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Like the Lady Miss Kier, I believe in the power of love. I believe.
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131100
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“You're right by the mall, the cultural district, and just a few minutes from downtown,” the realtor smiled. “And it's on a bus line?” the wife asked. “Yes it…
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131100
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I am brave, I am sexy, I am strong
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131111
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Anastomose my veins to / yours so we may / share // a dream pooled between us
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1310106
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1310126
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I could have a minor stroke.
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131000
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We never meant to gain their confidence only to outgrow them. They were once our best friends, the ones who listened, the ones who understood or sat across from us so we could see them nod. They leaned…
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131043
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I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
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131042
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Urban skunks want to visit your neighborhood and be bold in your neighborhood.
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131020
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Poets die every day but are seldom in position to put the experience to literary merit.
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131033
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I thought
we ended things a long time ago
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131054
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with a finger I will (let you) know. If you mean even just one given look at the moon I will know that, too. If you peel off one lonely star and put that shining shell in your watch pocket for later or to skip across your sad …
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131000
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Less than a week ago, I was still a republican. It’s strange what an invitation for a job interview at the Palace does with your principles.
I’m especially nervous because the interview’s late in the afternoon. I could go to the be
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131063
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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…
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131044
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The scarred heart pumps its viscous blood.
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130982
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I’d met this crowd of drunken poets from San Francisco
Even though this was smack dab in the middle of winter
Smack dab in the middle of the flattened Illinois plains
Why they all left San Francisco I’ll never completely understand
But there we we
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130950
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The banality of his own state of boredom, a luxury to be satiated with violence, to hack with an axe the exposed neck of his friend.
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130900
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Waves like lovers gather and crest, crash into
White uncertainty.
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130930
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Kiln dried mummies, landscape of once were alpacas. / Now all the wool is farmed in Alva
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130921
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Mulvihill suspected, but could not prove, that the connection to all three murders and the three men was a painting
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130932
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Sometimes the universe is a coin flipping so fast it’s hard to see which side is polished and shiny.
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130900
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He knew she’d spend the day furiously scrubbing the best she could too, despite the hot house in the middle of a Southern Summer, and despite no matter how hard she tried, the place would always look filthy.
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