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and i start
screaming.
i check the damage in my rearview
mirror
but there's nothing.
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86422
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So tell me what it takes. // My wallet is so fat / I sit lopsided.
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86422
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863118
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youthful pin oaks grant solemn attention to the aluminum gurney
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86300
|
She could estimate herself around 30, though this was debatable since she had stopped counting years ago. She looked like a person who would be very pretty if she wore make-up, but she didn’t and therefore wasn’t.
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86300
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"You think life is supposed to be easy? Whoever told you that? My life is anything but easy; still you don't hear me whining all over the place. And, trust me, I could teach you a thing or two about suffering.
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86310
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James had chosen to stay home.
It had been five years since he had missed the parade(then for fever), and he thought about it all now.
About the sickness and
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86387
|
Everything is at sixes and sevens.
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86300
|
Do you know what it is to crave something? Of course you do. But this was different. This was beyond craving.
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86387
|
Even among the thousands of black cats/
in the world, though, he would nonetheless/
be my favorite with those impurities of light brown tufts
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86300
|
Night's chill had yet to hand over his canvas to morning's warmth as I left the city limits to begin my pilgrimage, as I did every morning, before dawn. I parked my car on the asphalted roadside preferring to walk the final two miles to the abandoned homestead. …
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86352
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The rest is Scots,
people for whom a taste is enough
and a lyric’s as rare as a dragon
or a poet named MacDuff.
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86322
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The woman stopped halfway down the stairs and sighed inaudibly. Her hand rested lightly on the bannister, her right foot caught in the motion of standing on the step below. …
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86330
|
The concrete guy’s truck is parked in front of your house. There’s nothing for him to be doing there except your wife.
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86333
|
Nearly everyone knows of that celebrated poet’s story coming down to us from classical Greek mythology: the tragic tale of Orpheus and his descent into the underworld to rescue his beloved Eurydice. Well, there’s a much lesser known story of a legendary 7
|
863129
|
you shimmered me with attention
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86300
|
She looked out the window. It was raining. “Better than snow” she told herself. She didn’t mind traveling. It was good to travel once in a while. By road, when someone else was driving. Like now, on the bus back home. It gave you time to reflect, re
|
86241
|
I had a temperature of 105 degrees. I lost all my hair.
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86200
|
-Serves you right, you double agent bitch, spat Arris.
|
86200
|
I was in a bar waiting for a friend when two ugly women sat next beside me. When our eyes met, they gave me a smile. I smiled back out of courtesy. I wasn't in the mood to have a conversation not because they're unattractive, but my friend was horribly…
|
86295
|
A little contempuous aside by the critical theorist guy, Frederick Jameson-- that it was logically absurd to call anything that human beings do, produce or effect “unnatural,”-- has brought forth the following. We are…
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86242
|
When I returned to Brooklyn, I discovered some explicit nude paintings of a former student of Francesco's from the Art Students League.
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86253
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Small wonders, her worthless,priceless treasures fortify the wallswhile hoarded trinkets protect her like armor against memoriesof a desperate past.
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86220
|
I think I know that fly
That fly followed us from our apartment
on W. 11th St
When I opened the door he flew right in
and when we left, he flew right out again
Followed us on the subway to Times Square
Took the Shuttle apparently
Followed
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86200
|
Emi watched the Perez sisters show each other support. It brought back memories of Mayumi giving her support, even fighting for her.
|
86221
|
The In-Transit Steering Committee would like to thank The Divine Arranger for sending us Mr. Worthmore. As Your Most Austere Presence knows, we’ve had a rather difficult few months of late, what with all the disasters and wars taking place around the pla
|
86222
|
He said I was doing it all wrong
Opened up his ghastly mouth
|
86243
|
There is a dead factory. It sits on the tip of a small piece of land which extends into a forgotten lake, like a giant dirty-inked thumb pressed against a faded blue sheet of paper.
|
86220
|
"The rider rode his bike in Arizona just about every day and for all the usual reasons....."
|
86100
|
In the switched-off
time
of day's blackest
rest-
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