845 7 4
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I leave the 29
to go after the 1
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84532
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Soon you too will lie down with the sleep of rain, telling them a thing or two, grown old by having lived through your youth, that is all. Lying from the side of your mouth so often that you take up lying on your side, to try getting an eyeful of the of
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84500
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and he'll be dead within a week
but i'll still be ordering a large black coffee
and smoking upwind
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84500
|
As individual as a shadow and the opposite of ‘stone faced’, Sidney Elvin “Ike” Liebowitz, with a clean-shaven face, well kempt hair and sideburns a quarter of an inch off of his ears, walks down a dirty and dimly lit street pondering sneakers.
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84500
|
I look at her
really look
we both know her time is fading
"I'm just sad that you won't be there."
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84554
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I flipped a large cardboard coin
On one side it said
Abundance
But on the other side it said
Scarcity
I went to the store
And began packing everything I could get
Into my shopping cart
But the things that started spilling over
Onto the
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84412
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Tom wasn’t crying.
A few snowflakes, the first of the season, flittered down and landed on Elizabeth’s new headstone, christening it. Tom didn’t have his topcoat, and he never buttoned his suit. He tried not to shiver. Lynn lifted her face from Tom’s c
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84462
|
Look, “Wolfie,” (or “Pharaoh,” or whatever your name is now) a little too much information, don’t you think? I don’t need to hear all the details about you and Sharon. It’s my life, and I’ll cry if I want to – to alter the song just a
|
84411
|
Traffic, no need to be in a hurry.
|
84420
|
He cut a hole in the sack
|
84420
|
|
84400
|
The crescent moon lies with anyone (in case you wanted to know.) And the rain – as cheaply! I don’t think anyone knows this, when they are young. When you are young, very young, you want to be included in everything.
“The young that the sea took, ki
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84444
|
you're landscape
under her flight path, brother
one dash in a dotted line
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844129
|
For the new year, I´ve given up palm oil.
Made shopping a whole lot harder.
Damn orangutans tugging at my conscience.
|
84412
|
pulling my bones apart, fingers are supernatural beings
|
84400
|
This is between the two wars, so
it surprises you
when TV screens light up with this in the hotel breakfast room.
You are in Delhi, you were supposed to fly home
last night but
fog canceled everything.
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84453
|
The world follows me everywhere. I can’t get rid of it. I’m being stalked by a planet.
|
84311
|
Writers, in general, enjoy the solitude that their profession allows, or more precisely, requires. I consider myself a member of that generalized group, along with a more exclusive club of writers who also tolerate an occasional…
|
84321
|
Listening to old friends speak the same way, the same things tells me they have been dead a long time. They are in their form of living, their self, there is no new season of growth. I witness each of them continue on the same path because it is familiar
|
84340
|
For those in know know know there was hint of a wilderness Cadillac...
|
84300
|
Inspector Paumé hung up the telephone. He looked at Dan Arris, who was staring out the window, shook his head and walked into the bathroom one more time to gaze upon the naked dead body of Claudia Monschaud.
|
84300
|
Street by street, non-combatants ran away. Each one passed by the Society and law enforcement screaming.
|
84344
|
an almost perfectly symmetrical/
Cheshire grin of a moon tonight/
above the iced roof of the house
|
84322
|
Every year at the orphanage, a new trend sprouted fully grown from a Sears Christmas catalog, and even though our belief in Santa Claus was dashed early on, we still loved the season because it meant a Paint by Number, Pogo stick, Hula Hoop or whatever…
|
84322
|
He inhaled the spears of aroma...
|
843128
|
He switched off the light. His wife was breathing softly. At her bedside he told her of her friends the roses, of the pretty carnation brooch he had pinned on her silk scarf, of her coquettish hat which fitted her so well. Small, simple and bright memories the heavy night…
|
843119
|
With green and silent industry, the plants/
convert our shit to fiber, food and breath.
|
84382
|
|
84375
|
No CNN to sing obliteration,/
only Pliny the Younger/
to scratch what fell
|
84342
|
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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