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Couldn’t
we
just
do
a
quick
ie
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The urban-abused Chevy looked older than its seven years.
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123463
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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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123465
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If you want to be a writer, just write stuff.
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123422
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The rain falls soft after a hard weekend.
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123421
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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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123421
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A ten-ton bus with ill-manners going slow
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123494
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You slit your eyes and flick your cigarette in front of an oncoming car. I see how easily you could be that oncoming car.
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123400
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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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1234147
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The will to make/
remains
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123400
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-Looks like you could use some light, Austerlitz, said one of the men in a heavy Russian accent, or perhaps you prefer the dark?
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123410
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It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
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123443
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I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
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123410
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Around sunset or sometime after, we are on the futon talking about dream lives and cancers. He asks me about my ideal living situation, my ideal career, my ideals in general. I would be a turtle, I say. I would travel and have a home I could always go to, I could always be…
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123400
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That is then and the devil reigns in the here and now.
Tonight I am the barfly and tomorrow I die.
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123432
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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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1233104
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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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123340
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“This isn’t fair!” I rail to my late wife. “It’s all right for you, why not me?” She never answers me directly. Not in whispers, or with knocks, or even dreams.
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123300
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It was a beautiful spring day and Jeremy was bursting with joy at being alive.
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123300
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His senses were heightened. The scratching on the table with his finger nails, intense nervousness, the noise magnified every second, the ball point pen was piercing into his sweaty palm.
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123333
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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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123300
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When the village slept, the men came knocking.
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123300
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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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123300
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I wrinkled my face up
in the glare and warmth of the sun.
I baked easy in the hovering heat
and my spot-speckled skin ate
up the rays and swallowed deeply.
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123311
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A Boston company has created a humanoid robot named “Baxter” that performs manufacturing tasks and gets a confused look on its face when it needs something.
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123300
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III. The entire place was dusty and rocky, much different from my home. Pockets of power, heat, had proven to be dangerous and inhospitable, sometimes even volatile. It was not the first sign that I…
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123311
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The ride home after Basketball and a little beer; That's when the best poems happen. Poems pin-prick sharp Puncturing through dulled Senses while streetlamps pass Overhead. They find their way inside you But they don't stick. Poems left back somewhere On the…
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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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123321
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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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123310
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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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