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Italian authorities seized $1.9 billion in "green" investments made by La Cosa Nostra to launder money. Reuters
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Nothing came of the dust.
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VI. At Antares Alpha A pyramid carries four sides: only this one Is surmounted by a circle, and its cone Has all of what we claimed within its cargo, Or that shall never find a plan, or transit now; Though the sulphur and carmine skies that…
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these fleeting
moments of insanity.
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She went for the typewriter first.
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I wonder what strange and marvelous events would ensue if God decided to build another universe and went to Home Depot for supplies.
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I should have worn shorts.
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The old hate the young. Robe exposed monks do not Hate mosquitoes. It is one. It is one hand. It is on. Mountains don't hate sky. The rich hate the poor. The poor hate the rich. The parade of scholars hate the …
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The silence grew louder as it grew longer.
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We're all just meat and atoms who can no more sense into the great beyond than a horse can fly a plane.
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Ben Clarone watched Dan Arris get into the Brighton Beach Car Service car and leave the departure zone of the Pan Am Worldport terminal at JFK. Ben’s rare all wood contrabass clarinet, which his repairman, Sal Frompini, had spent the last six hours adjust
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I'm available most weekends.
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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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We kidnap mothers of all sorts: old mothers, single mothers, young mothers (rarely), but we never do it for ransom. As a society we are adamantly opposed to the use of violence. Our mission is to remove mothers from environments they are not appreciated in, whether by their…
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And when you come back, you work minimum wage and have water cooler sex and your face is no more than archives.
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The moon once rose on its own
Now it takes a series of
Ropes and pulleys to get it up
Because it’s so old
And you can hear these audible groans
Coming from its craters
As it’s forced to listen to forgotten lovers
Obsessing over old lov
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Everybody wake up and hold to those dreams you had of greatness and prosperity. Bring forth the hopes you had as a child of progressing to that ultimate goal of self-sufficiency. You are prepared for what lies ahead, the future belongs to us. Our finest…
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Ben watched Monique disappear into the first-class cabin. It didn’t seem likely that he would see her again after this flight.
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And no one died achieving aristeia/
in this battle. We have come/
at least some little distance.
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I try to slot into order the sequence of events: the book deal that appeared and then winked away like a dying star, the white gloves and the brick through Waterstone's window; my novel lying in the shop front in a bed of glass.
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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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She was, they said, everyman’s armful;
Bedding down with her was most likely harmful.
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and i start
screaming.
i check the damage in my rearview
mirror
but there's nothing.
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It’s too early in the morning to play the glockenspiel. I’ll just sit here and knit this tiger.
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The summer I was eleven years old....
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to the back of your mind like a box of unpacked yet beloved books if you want, but that's no life I want to explore any further with you. We don't have as much time as we once thought, to believe in something other than empty bottles lost in the…
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you kissed me, once,/ kindergarten, recall--/ behind my ear./ called/ 'bee sting'
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Those resting in clusters of bones, Cradled in ashes of what once were homes.
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Marcel Proust had never been to a big-box store before. He was dazzled by the sheer size and scope of the store and the seeming impassivity of the shoppers. So many products, so many shelves, such strangely intriguing examples of the human condition. The people seemed…
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Through feeling her life story,
I understood mine, more,
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