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The carnival passed through this hotel one time only, its boarded guests pretending to ignore the smell of outdoor whore in their bedding.
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Hey Sledge!
Yo.
Did you know Socrates hated the idea of writing thoughts down? He said it weakened the memory…made us lazy.
Say wha?
That's why he never wrote a book. The only way we know about him is through his student Plato's writing. St
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The way horizons disappear in the dark.
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We woke up and we were whirlpools of spilt turquoise oil / with wings for flying
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“Tell me how sad they are.”
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the world’s biggest poser fags
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Drink tons of water they keep telling me...
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Bipolar. Schizophrenic. Alcoholic.
Addicted. Abused. A reader?
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I have one, but I want another,
A little greedy perhaps.
She's my obsession, my indiscretion,
My little judgment lapse.
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The boys were his biggest nuisance. The unwashed guttersnipes poured into the park early, all shoeless and half shirtless. He only imagined how thick the fleas must be in their thick tangle of hair, of which only two didn’t have covered with a cap with an
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By the basement washtubs, I watched him skin a squirrel:
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I wanted those jelly rolls so bad I could scream
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They say nothing, but instead watch the birds and people hovering. Every day is an echo of the one before, and the weight of waiting has begun to show itself in the stature of the tiny man and his little old wife. …
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Tell me how beautiful I am and I'll dance for you Tell me how much you love my smile and I'll kiss you softly Paint a picture of me and I will lie still Let me see your smile and watch me exhale Rock me back and forth and my eyes close I see rocky shores and…
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Palinode: A poem written to retract something said in a prior poem.
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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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CHAPTER ONE About nine-thirty P.M. on Friday night, Mary Fowler pushed her grocery cart through the double sliding glass doors. It was three weeks before Christmas. The sun had set and the temperature had begun to cool rapidly in…
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the lazy leaves of a parlour palm finger
lavender in a wine bottle.
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I'm panicking trying to think of the next line in this poem
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The summer I was eleven years old....
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The lights are dimAnd love's the mood tonight.Enveloped by DarknessPierced by rays of light;That black dressto meis pure delight.Dancing together,Arm in arm,arm over shoulder;I promiseI won't get any bolder.Eyes meet eyesYour lips against mine.My heart is pounding,Sweet…
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A novel is an idea that has
Survived many severe beatings
While a poem is a homely thing that was
Never even asked to the dance
Art Speak, however, is the art of
Systematically overstating and
Re-inventing the Obvious to the point of
Distr
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"... A set of vertebrae disintegrate and a woman falls face first into her dinner plate."
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How does Bandie feel about snakes? This is my thought. What good is a serpent without venom?
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"Excuse me, ma'am? You wanted the mayonnaise on the side, right?"No one ever called her ma'am again.
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Sometimes he would get up at night, go outside, and stand in the middle of their back yard.
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Since then I have come to feel his absence and feel that it might be time to try and write about this again. I used to spend a great deal of time managing things on facebook for a very large group with over 10,000 members. While some might not understand
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The coach told the player, number 21, to stand in front of the net in order to distract the opposing team's goaltender and to block the view, to 'screen' him as it were. 21 did so, and did it well. There were defensemen that gave him much trouble by hitting his legs and…
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She was trying to hold something, gathering in … lips blue/ black, saying: “I’m all right.”
I remember her telling me, over the phone one time: “It’s a baby rabbit, and he was having a picnic. He was chewing away and chewing away. I had six tomato pla
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Your self-effacement hid/
so much of you//
until you died and the full/
inked legacy shown in light
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