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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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110540
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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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110500
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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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110545
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Their relationship had proved volatile. The husband had gone missing. The wife had gone dead.
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110511
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Dreams were all she ever had, all that ever comforted her. Diana. But then there was Rachel. And Diana forgot about her dreams, because there was nothing but Rachel. At first it was nothing but innocent phone calls, plans to meet up for coffee…
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110500
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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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110530
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You're trying to attract visitation in a small quarter with pearls in both your lobes. Only half of what you say is true. The red lipstick shines through like a brad on white paper, a voice, soprano. The half I tend to appreciate squanders & squalls. This is the ride…
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110500
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"Too many people were presenting themselves in a false light on lunch dates,” she says. “The power ties on the men, the come-you-know-what-me pumps on the women–that’s not what married life is about.”
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Look. There's just you and me, that's all that's left. All the rest of them had already given up a long, long time ago. They dropped their precious, colorful dreams like rusted railroad lanterns, like abandoned pumpkins, and littered the Twitching…
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110551
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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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Outside cool fresh morning tiny fingers
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As I looked in her eyes
She told me—
she liked to pull wings off flies.
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110400
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She had covered her laughing mouth, trying to prevent him from seeing a storied past.
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110494
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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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110430
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She turned on the television. The newscaster was her husband. She changed the channel. Her husband interviewing her husband. She changed the channel. A baseball game. Her husband pitched to her husband who popped a fly ball which was caught by her husband
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110411
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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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110482
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Alright is alright but alright is a state of mind, right?
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110400
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the lazy leaves of a parlour palm finger
lavender in a wine bottle.
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110420
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, that smiley lush would shake rattle and quiver the day long no matter the temperature.
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110410
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All I need is a place to getaway from the rush hour worldThe crazy crazy rush hour worldA place to hide from the rush hour worldMy nerves are shot from the rush hour worldIn need a place to dream from the rush hour worldMy nerves can't take voices of the rush hour worldCars…
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110421
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one will become a tobacco king;
another will steal copper plumbing on moonlessnights.
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110450
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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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110433
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The sun was a dish of burnished courage
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110321
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My mind fabricated the smell of gunpowder as I pushed down.
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110300
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Waves like lovers gather and crest, crash into
White uncertainty.
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1103127
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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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110333
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irretrievably we tell ourselves stories
irretrievably as beaded water slides off our skin
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110310
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i mean the perfect setting is great and all the right lighting very little the right music she says kings of leon i say broken social scene with nothing but time and a large bed with balled up sheets and us but i love early morning fluorescent bathroom light…
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1103127
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Extrapolate, interpolate/
to add imaginary flesh//
to fragmentary bones.
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