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Love and How It Gets That Way

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and we spun you, / spun you!

The Tragically Short Life of the American Barfly

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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.

Box Set

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Isn’t it funny how a mosaic of neurons in our heads receives sensations from the outer world and grows into postulates and letters?

Genius

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Everything I write is gold, he mused. My words spill onto the page like ambrosia, nectar of the gods, filling an empty vessel with immortal life.

Man Cave / Jane Austen

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They ride horses through the living room ....

Agora

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Sometimes I think our gathering is a ritual centered on collective visualization. Other times I feel like I have been physically transported. I am not sure there is a difference.

Anxious Whittle Anxious

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Son, could you please step out of the car?

Still Photographs

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one will become a tobacco king; another will steal copper plumbing on moonlessnights.

The Great Dying, Pt. 2

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"Great! Great. I got your message . . . yeah, it’s a little long. It’s 140 *words*, not characters . . . "

sediment

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I'm re-invented on Main St. every single day.

Rubble

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My mind fabricated the smell of gunpowder as I pushed down.

Fiery Passions

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Isaac Beauregard Lyons woke with a start as he heard the slamming of a pickup truck door then a curse from someone down on his front lawn. “Damn it Mike, be quiet!” someone shouted.

Section

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In one section of the map C climbs a staircase.

Breaking And Entering

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Do you know what it is to crave something? Of course you do. But this was different. This was beyond craving.

End Game

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The will to make/ remains

Just a Kiss

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We are diminished by our desire for innocence, and we debase those who possess it.

woke up in 2010//an exercise four years ago

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I am from slow diagnoses, impatience and parents skeptical of New York City doctors. I am from tall buildings, yogurt shakes, and envy for my brother's asthma machine. I am from here, stay away from there, don't get too close, be careful at the edge, the…

Exchange Rates for Zynga

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As with the trouble with gambling, I managed to spend beyond my self-suggested limit at the farm while wanting to do little else. It became a chase for "money" (numbers like rubles) ...

What He Wanted

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a fun little piece for all to enjoy, not just the ladies

The Technicolour Hours

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The other night / I dreamt I was an astronaut

A Dream History of Outer Space

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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…

Superheroes

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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…

for want of water

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you shimmered me with attention

George the Coward on Staying Home

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He knew she’d spend the day furiously scrubbing the best she could too, despite the hot house in the middle of a Southern Summer, and despite no matter how hard she tried, the place would always look filthy.

The Sticking Point

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I felt dark, dark...

Visitations

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The squirrels love the sun

Con Artist

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The name he was using this time was Paul Sterling.

Son

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Trenches coated with man-gruel laced the earth.

Sure Thing

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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.

Unreality Television

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I was told, take him round the back and deal with him.