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Through feeling her life story,
I understood mine, more,
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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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One thing about eating shit:
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Sounds like something a woman would do.
—You think so? said Ben. What woman would do that to me? I don’t know any women in Nice.
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Reincarnation. Not a bad deal, especially for cows. For the rest of us, it is like being in a witness protection program. And all without the risk of having those against whom you bore witness coming after you. Usually.
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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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I remember when we first met, telling my friends, He’s so pretty I’d dump my boyfriend for him.
I remember driving all around Elmhurst looking for parking. We sat in the car eating figs and popcorn. We tried to throw the fig pits or stumps, or wh
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n truth, they are not red/
but chestnut./
But “Chestnut Wasp” lacks menace
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Maybe tomorrow someone dreams
And maybe someone moans
But beware the steam inside the dome
It’s just dreams that sorrow owns
If it resonates, say so
Ho in a raccoon coat
Slow bum ahead
If it resonates, say so, say so
And her man, yo
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I don’t know where I am. It is summertime, at dusk; the dying sun and the newborn moon are low on opposite horizons.
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Maria Monsanto, the curator of Francesco Martinelli's Atmospheres show, stood in the middle of the third-floor gallery.
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Within 3 seconds the replicant Abraham Lincoln now knew everything there was to know in this world. The errant input function had created a memory leak that lead into the network. First local systems, local networks, to city, state, government, then world
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1131106
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Mothers and sons and war, an old story...
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I had a temperature of 105 degrees. I lost all my hair.
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I know I shouldn’t brag, but you bought me roses, a dozen. I felt I could balance anywhere, when I was with you. I could achieve poise on the head of a pin. There was no need to hide anything, and I heard night music wherever we went. I sat with lovers,
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At one time it appeared that
Everyone was walking their own angel
On a leash, but
Now we're not that sure at all
And it could come out in song
That it might really be the angels
Who’ve been walking us
All along
All this broken glass
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With whatever else physicists may learn . . . perhaps they will begin to see that the connections between the physical world and non-physical domains of existence have an explanatory power which has only barely been considered.
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Could I cache your kisses?
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Let's put a cork in this drain.
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The yellowed and peeling posters of men and women with grotesque disfigurements under the slogan, “Know Your Criminals!” that peered down at him from the walls were a familiar sight. Everyone knew that people with faces like that were as monstrous as they looked…
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“I’ve read your blog recently,” my friend told me over waffles and cold potato salad at 10PM, “and something strange is going on in there.”
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He told me it isn’t my fault. That my brain isn’t slowly and deliberately killing itself, not barbarically stripping away its own wiring to expose razor bursts of electricity.
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113142
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Rent yourself a decent place to live, one with a shower.
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My name is Op. That is what they call me, because everything anyone says, right away I think the opposite and head that way. So I am Op.
I spent the War in Georgia, a section of southern Russia near the Black Sea, which is how I survived that whole mes
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She reached out her arms and spoke to the moon, "I ran from my fears, from loving too soon." She gazed at the heavens and cried to the stars, "I could not promise him all of my heart." She wiped away her tears and laughed at the trees, "Not a soul on this earth would…
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There was a bucket of shit . . .
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All the wonderful Zen-like molecules had dispersed from my body and were now hiding deep in a dark corner. Rage boiled in my blood. My veins, in fact, couldn't contain the boiling blood and they exploded, making my whole face and skin turn blood red. My
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still to early to dodge leaping bodies on misty roads at night
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In Nebraska, I looked up from the flatness, to her face, then down to the page and saw this: Real people have joy.
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