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A spot in space observes all this, with its eyes arching over on their stalks. The observation point dangles one eye above the other, turning the roundness of them suddenly.
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Well, it looks like I’ll be having a stem-cell transplant after all...
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110900
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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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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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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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110954
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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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I can no longer conjure the sweetness of a plum
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As I looked in her eyes
She told me—
she liked to pull wings off flies.
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Writers, in general, enjoy the solitude that their profession allows, or more precisely, requires. I consider myself a member of that generalized group, along with a more exclusive club of writers who also tolerate an occasional…
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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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By the basement washtubs, I watched him skin a squirrel:
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Like large drops of rain on the active lap of earth, I heard myself falling all around the vacant spaces where you had once been. Emptying myself with dissolution, trying to alter the essence, to begin again where we had left off, as if to wind string b
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"Did you ever steal any money?" he finally asked.
"Never. It was mostly toasters. There was the odd coffee maker or electric can opener ... but mostly ... toasters."
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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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Their relationship had proved volatile. The husband had gone missing. The wife had gone dead.
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110832
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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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110866
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Big hair shoulder pads hell no.
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110830
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The falcon cannot hear the falconer. The rain comes down in sheets.
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110800
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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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110851
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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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you shimmered me with attention
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110800
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Son, could you please step out of the car?
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This is Bop even if you think it doesn't sound like that.
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She had covered her laughing mouth, trying to prevent him from seeing a storied past.
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In its own defense
against what is too concrete
the mind allows a magical thought--
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110730
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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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110774
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I like burning lavender on glowing charcoal and dancing hard, thinking about long futures and deep moments. I want to cry and then scream and I don't feel like cleaning up. If I can keep a rhythm going long enough,I think I can build…
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Alright is alright but alright is a state of mind, right?
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110700
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At the week's end, memories may come to you Of weekends same as those just gone before, That fade away from seeing as a tide's grey flue, That vanishes once travelled to a shifting shore: Still, hope you'll know a girl for an hour anew, One who fades…
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