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My father is the kind of man to shout at you /
just because you took the wrong road /
at least the road that he’s not used to...
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110300
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Son, could you please step out of the car?
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110330
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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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110321
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later still
wine parties with cucumber
red and rich
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110233
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In Nebraska, I looked up from the flatness, to her face, then down to the page and saw this: Real people have joy.
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110221
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This is Bop even if you think it doesn't sound like that.
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110211
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In the afternoon, there was a certain time when the sunlight spilled through the windows in the common room and made everything look all bright and fresh and optimistic. If you ignored the patients and doctors milling about and…
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110200
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“What can I do for you?” he asks Dan, who then rolls up his shirt sleeve to reveal a list of names etched into his arm, with lines through them, like a scrawled timetable on a prison wall. The last name on the list is the only one without a strikethrough
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110221
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Doreen takes Butchie’s hand, steadies it in the can opener, counts “One-two-three”–and slams the chrome handle down.
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110200
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They do exist though. They have for centuries and when one comes forward and is vocal and authentic, it pays to give a listen. How to know if they are authentic? They charge nothing, they fear nothing and they merely exist in the world, just as you and I
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110282
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Alright is alright but alright is a state of mind, right?
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110297
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Antibiotic ointment didn't help. Maybe Granny medicine would.
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110232
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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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110266
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Big hair shoulder pads hell no.
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110200
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Another subject of interest is "furverts"--"individuals who engage in sexual activity while dressed in animal costumes."
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110287
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to unwind looking for the answer.I confess I wasn't so discreetas life demanded, laughing like anowhere poet. Nothing relieved thegod awful boredom. Many times Iconfess I hadn't really takenthe vitamins, crying like a courtjester thrown into a dungeon onmarket day, and felt…
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110220
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Fabulous birds perched nearby, where we were. In their memory there goes the little god, original, in the midst of it all, happiness like anything near the river-mouth. Letting yourself dabble in the femaleness of it. In the lower world or on the playin
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110222
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Why should you
go through that
for me?
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110200
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110253
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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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110241
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As I looked in her eyes
She told me—
she liked to pull wings off flies.
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110250
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Bitter the sun when it is in Hades
High fans meaning nothing keep the heat down
but the nitre keeps burning
So glows the gloss and high sheen on the skin
Foreheads exhibit thought
though the eyes are crossed
and at night, butterflies i
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110100
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She had covered her laughing mouth, trying to prevent him from seeing a storied past.
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110131
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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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110100
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"...his previous prognosis of never being able to walk again has been upgraded to 'severe and debilitating physical pain and mental anguish,' so maybe there really IS a God!"
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110142
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Royce fell from Grace and landed in the fountain surrounding her pedestal. It wasn't the first time Royce had climbed the statue. It was the first time he'd been sober.
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110142
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breathe out
somewhere a tree falls
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110100
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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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1101104
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You could have drawn us forth anytime on the beach, harping, begging to be let go from the grasp of your song. I needed you to sing of my neck, with its ropes teeming and filled. You only had to spread me open and loosen the shuddering country, anytime.
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110121
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