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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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119200
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Tread acres and acres of aches
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119211
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"Take the other arm, Jonas! Take the other arm," I said, laughing. "Make me a better god!"
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119254
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Left by a melting snowbank: Cup lids, pine needles, a cairn of dog shit, And the grey soggy shape Of an eyeless winter bird. His breast is an old accordion Gone to rot in an old…
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119200
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He’d eaten every kind of pizza from the most sublime to the foulest.
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119210
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Sick of sight, Ai Kitano constructed glasses by which the wearer was rendered totally blind.
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119200
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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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119200
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Made sense then, should have written it down - But I fell back to sleep instead
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119254
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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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119200
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-Ben, you mean you could get whacked for a couple of paintings?
-Well, Gabe, there's more to it than a couple of paintings, but my lips are sealed.
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119265
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"Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore. You may not see me tomorrow."--Bob DylanThey're writing poems, but not for me. Guess I'll write one for my own. For nobody that I know now. It's a pretty lonely world for someone who sings, not you, not with…
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119200
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. . . he's of mixed race. Along with European blood, he's got Mexican Indian and African blood. Here's the irony. He don't look nothing like a white European man but he thinks like one.
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119244
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The world's anxious fire breathing mob still wants in, but they don't know what in the smoke they are looking for. They aren't really thinking in that intellectual direction. All these wonderful, friendly books you see do not hold the answer or…
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119278
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Number the herd. Number/
the baskets after harvest./
Note the reappearance of the moon/
after its short absence.
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119131
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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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119194
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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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119172
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I'm transfixed in Tower Records,all the CD covers dancinglike a thousand little TV screens.Your whispers a remote controlchanging those flickering images.When security asks us to leave,you drive my car as I slumpagainst the window.I close my eyes and transport usStar…
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119110
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It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
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119166
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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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119162
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I smell ham and biscuits
I ain't eatin' Triscuits
No more
No more, no more
Gonna get back on my Harley
With my mutt named Bisquick Charlie
I just ain't eatin’ Triscuits
No more, no more
And I heard you know the score
Yeah, I know you
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119133
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He chose her for the way she could, Eyes closed, nose to the air, Find her way North. North was where the wind stopped And held them in its grip, safe. Broken. He chose her for the way, fur against Her collar, she could coax seal…
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119164
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Unhappiness is a necessary boon
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119100
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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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119153
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And then there was a man pissing in 2 urinals,
going back and forth between them,
saying, “You know how they say
2 heads are better than one?
Well, now I get it!”
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119011
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You fall with your eyes closed because otherwise you wouldn't dare.
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119022
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He who is well hydrated, won't sweat you
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119040
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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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1190126
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I could have a minor stroke.
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1190124
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Strauss does all the stirring at the start./
The rest is all murk and meander
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1190126
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The brown grackle chirps/
as she chomps a plump cricket-/
melodious meal.
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