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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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Strauss does all the stirring at the start./
The rest is all murk and meander
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119066
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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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119011
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People could disappear in the Pine Barrens and never be seen again. Either by their own choice or when someone didn’t want the body found. John Dance knew that was just a part of life you had to accept and couldn’t change.
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I still remember the old times when we were together. I wish I wouldn't have let you go. If you ever thought that we should be together, please come back.
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Looking at an image of a graffiti on a wall on our computer screen we ask ourselves: what is the image's main graffiti-like property? We might answer: its location. But that is a contextual and political interpretation. There's nothing in that answer which addresses the…
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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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The woman wrings her hands again and again, reaching up to place one under her chin, then to her cheek as though there is some pending trepidation no one else can see...
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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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119078
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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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118900
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Waves like lovers gather and crest, crash into
White uncertainty.
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118921
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A ten-ton bus with ill-manners going slow
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118910
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I liked E first because she knew all the words to "Alice's Restaurant." Everybody knows "American Pie," but "Alice's," that's impressive. We used to cut class in high school and drive around listening to it, and I'd try to pretend I knew the words, but I never did, so…
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1189127
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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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“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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"Take the other arm, Jonas! Take the other arm," I said, laughing. "Make me a better god!"
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118900
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Made sense then, should have written it down - But I fell back to sleep instead
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118900
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"The baby's head..it was so big. There were complications...I saw it all. They tried to get me out of the room but I saw it all. He split her apart like a coconut Norm! She was gone like that."
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“Tell me how sad they are.”
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118900
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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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118965
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You better read the papers
If you don’t understand
Cause as of last night
I’m a one-man band
You’d better walk through water
With your boots on fire
Cause Baby I don’t think
I can take this any higher
You’d better find out what I dr
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I could have a minor stroke.
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118810
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It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
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118800
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Italian authorities seized $1.9 billion in "green" investments made by La Cosa Nostra to launder money. Reuters
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118862
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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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118810
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Sick of sight, Ai Kitano constructed glasses by which the wearer was rendered totally blind.
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118840
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Fire and ice undo me. I am born again, born again through the burning ice and biting flame. Listlessly floating cinder-like on lost cusps of wind that multiply with every with every single with every single breath. Spitfire grail and…
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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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Unhappiness is a necessary boon
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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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