1210 1 0
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colors dancing on metric vectors
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1209 8 5
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I do that now. And I shiver. My mom's eyes don't seem to have any expression. They look lifeless. Her eyes look...
dead.
Stop it, Alison, I tell myself. You're being stupid.
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1209 3 4
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I got my new dog today,
a toy terrier, as advertised,
from an online retailer,
and printed him or her,
I’m not sure which,
because of an inherent glitch
built into the system,
on my new 3-D printer,
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1209 2 0
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One Private View, four couples, not all of whom are adulterous.
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1209 16 7
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“Time is inalterable. We can only offer an altered perception of time. And what better way to do that than by offering altered timepieces?
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1209 3 1
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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
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1209 7 3
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I was in a Chinese restaurant
trying to read the menu
when I realized Hunan
was only 1 letter off of Human
I thought it read Chicken Human
This was just in a dream, so I ordered it
It was delicious, but kind of salty
Then someone at ano
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1209 1 0
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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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1209 4 2
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What happens in life when no one is watching?
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1209 5 4
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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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Soccer Tease
Nerdvana
Ballsa Wood
Pulp Friction
Spam Folder
Fetal Position
Wayne Newton’s Yacht
Late Bloomers
Sir Real Geese
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If you ask me I'm thinking I'm just blowing off some steam, some hot air that doesn't add up to the old cliche of a hill of beans. A hill of fucking beans.
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1208 9 4
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then all crawl out from the wreckage
to begin a dance lasts all night
so by morning we'll be tired
surprised we're still upright
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1208 6 6
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There's no rain--there hasn't been rain in weeks--but the clouds are dark without the sun, and I can't see the stars.
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1208 0 0
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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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1208 0 0
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Made sense then, should have written it down - But I fell back to sleep instead
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1208 0 0
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the lazy leaves of a parlour palm finger
lavender in a wine bottle.
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1208 1 0
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A stroll along the golf course rim reveals Polo-logoed litter. Could this be what they mean by white trash?
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1208 3 0
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I let the little fingers slip thinking they couldn't stand to hold on anymore. When they were done they said addled and I was left behind in the room with only my hand. I hurt myself trying to picture the pretty girls and they took out a piece above my eye. …
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1208 6 6
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of a strangely found desire. I wanted to tell you something important, I'm sure, I mean it's pretty obvious, even in this funny breathing space, but everything has been said to death. More isn't always…
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1207 3 1
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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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1207 1 0
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Before they ever spoke, Linda and Meg had sat next to each other in the cramped lecture hall for three weeks, their thighs touching, while Dr. Laurens showed slides of ancient Japanese art. Meg's eyes never left the screen, but Linda glanced at her as often as she…
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1207 3 1
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Dutton felt thwarted in his literary career, producing only the classic "Here I sit all broken-hearted, paid a nickel to crap and only farted" in a locker room stall at halftime of the 1963 Weedwacker Bowl.
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1207 3 1
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st. paul is steeped in fog.
mist and rain make the north side a grainy
faded photograph, almost timeless.
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bursting girl there is no moon
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I wanted those jelly rolls so bad I could scream
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I could have a minor stroke.
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It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
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