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Couldn’t
we
just
do
a
quick
ie
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When were you flash frozen?
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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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A ten-ton bus with ill-manners going slow
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She’s not settling. She can learn to like this.
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[YOU BETTER BE READY FOR THIS!]
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Sea of indifference
Coming and going
Never committing
Like a fickle lover that erodes a hopeful heart
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What don't they all do for us?They absorb, eliminate negative feelings and make you smile. To just name a few ... They make you sane, how insane it may seem from a certain point of view.But let me tell you this: I'm 1300 kms away from my family. I don't care much about…
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I could have a minor stroke.
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And then I heard
“Yea, for I have seen the Father
The Son, and the Holy Toast”
Okay now, something up was weird
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Made sense then, should have written it down - But I fell back to sleep instead
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they could be barefoot bastard children
for somebody else to clothe
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CHAPTER ONE About nine-thirty P.M. on Friday night, Mary Fowler pushed her grocery cart through the double sliding glass doors. It was three weeks before Christmas. The sun had set and the temperature had begun to cool rapidly in…
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Why should you
go through that
for me?
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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…
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How does Bandie feel about snakes? This is my thought. What good is a serpent without venom?
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The urban-abused Chevy looked older than its seven years.
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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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It was a beautiful spring day and Jeremy was bursting with joy at being alive.
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and skirts, lovely batiks, swirl around your ankles
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It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
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I am from slow diagnoses, impatience and parents skeptical of New York City doctors. I am from tall buildings, yogurt shakes, and envy for my brother's asthma machine. I am from here, stay away from there, don't get too close, be careful at the edge, the…
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Captain Nemo never died./
He cruises all the seven seas/
below the waves in Nautilus 2,
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I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
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Mr. Townsend is a normal guy. He's been on auto pilot a while. When he finally snaps out of it, he's surprised at what he finds.
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are speaking clear enough, through their open and bleeding wounds, for you to at least try and understand. Waving their massive arms like living lighthouses, bobbing in and out of the floundering waves, they are splashing out an…
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I can’t move - I try to move my arms - I try to move my legs - If I can scream then that will wake me up - I scream
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She couldn't see what was actually there—the landscaping. All she could see were dollar signs, thousands of them suspended in mid-air, floating over each new plant, each well-placed sprinkler head, every curve of terraced orderliness on the hillside. She…
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After all our morals
And ethics of distrust
Have been ripped out
And discussed
There’s still the Meat Lady
At the end of the day
Standing around
in the midst of the crowd
Handing out her meat
In little morsels
on a toothpick
Af
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Your words broke meLike a china vase dropped to the floorAnd though the pieces were recoveredStuck together with love and compassionThe cracks are there for those who lookI was happy to be there, content in that placeYou wanting to be somewhere elseNever telling me where…
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