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Big hair shoulder pads hell no.
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117722
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Biting off your own tongueBlistering boils, stumps of burnt hairChopping your hand off with a dull axeDrowning in a swimming pool of blood and pissDrinking dog puke from a brown paper bagEating the intestines of your uncle three months deadFalling into barbwire covered…
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117723
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Don’t worry, she said
It’s not blonde down there
But she is wrong
It’s just as blonde down there
As anywhere
The light down along her arms
For instance
The down along her cheek
On the back of her neck
Her thighs
Apparently I am n
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117630
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We fall through two feet of clouds and dragons before we land softly on our feet in clover and crab grass.
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117631
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Ha. “Real damage.” The guy was in the ICU when I woke up in the jail cell. Turns out he was a cop. In a small town. The town where it happened. How I ended up in the state police holding cell, I have no idea. Just lucky, I guess.
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117662
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It dawned on herthat her imagination hadswollen beyond belief
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117686
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117642
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Another run-in with the police happened one night in Elmhurst. I was seeing this girl I'd met in my Shakespeare night class at Elmhurst College. She and I and Andy and a friend of hers, I think, were parked in front of her house, drinking a six pack of beer when her…
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117631
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117611
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Periodically I try to vacuum up their eight-legged asses but they hide in the cable drop.
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1176168
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I'm panicking trying to think of the next line in this poem
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117676
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We go to the spa on my wife’s day off and get a manipedi. A swarm of little women pounces and works on our fingers and toes.
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117600
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Weave a circle round him thrice
And with bemusement shake your head,
For he on cod and beans hath fed
And drunk the beer of Paradise.
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117600
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you kissed me, once,/ kindergarten, recall--/ behind my ear./ called/ 'bee sting'
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117511
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Most days you couldn't win; the constant nag from the fact that it was all a game was your only comfort. I was at the unemployment office again. The gal at the counter'd seen me enough to know when the printer was out of ink so she could walk away.
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117521
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This is Bop even if you think it doesn't sound like that.
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117500
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She had covered her laughing mouth, trying to prevent him from seeing a storied past.
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117521
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My mind fabricated the smell of gunpowder as I pushed down.
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117522
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Very upsetting morning. I've fallen madly in love with the cat upstairs named Roza. She's one of the sweetest cats I've ever met. Her owner is a retired Romanian woman about my own age named Ingrid. Roza has one bad eye and one good eye. The bad eye looks like a…
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117552
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Something I loathe even more than children are Floridian Drivers. It's not even because of their horrid driving capabilities, but more so because of their attitudes. Within the confines of their comfy little car, they are able to build up the…
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117512
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117533
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“Mirela,” I said. “Mirela, Mirela, Mirela.” I must have told him a hundred times, no exaggeration. “What the hell kind of name is that?” I ignored him, lit a smoke and watched a group of teenage girls as they laughed their way…
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117541
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People of Earth, a better tomorrow has come.
I’m near bursting with pleasure to report that the global community needn’t worry any longer about food shortages and famine and the like. Why? My patented insect-enlargement gun!
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117544
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Yeah, okay, so
pigeons are the bums
of the bird world
So what are a flock
of crows working over
a wheat field while
the artist Vincent
is desperately trying to live
with his bleeding ear
or to sell at least
one painting during
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117584
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When the sailor heard the 2nd
World War had just ended
He grabbed the woman in the white dress
Bent her backwards in Times Square
And kissed her real good
And the photographer
Just happened to be there
At the right moment
But then
As
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117573
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To understand how and when things have gone wrong, it works best to proceed from the beginning and put them in order.
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117432
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Roaming beetles
knitting needles
chopstick counter attack.
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1174106
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Mothers and sons and war, an old story...
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117432
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My memory is like tracks in the snow. My memory is cookie dough. My memory is dirty tube socks.
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117410
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As soon as a complication emerges, the obvious choice is to move to another line. But I don't. I can't.
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