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I'm transfixed in Tower Records,all the CD covers dancinglike a thousand little TV screens.Your whispers a remote controlchanging those flickering images.When security asks us to leave,you drive my car as I slumpagainst the window.I close my eyes and transport usStar…
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98311
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"... A set of vertebrae disintegrate and a woman falls face first into her dinner plate."
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98300
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The rings on the engine
Not designed for race gas
Did allow for some seepage
Did allow fuel to pass
The fumes were quite powerful
To the pan they did charge
The spark was quite forceful
The explosion was large
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98300
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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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98321
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Those who have lost at game shows meet each week for mutual support. All is well, until they start disappearing in ways related to their ill-fated appearances as contestants.
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98252
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We head home, skirting along the coast,
humble before catapulting waves;
the lighthouse near invisible
if not for a single band of red.
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98220
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He sat on the floor and said, "I found this letter W in the jungle. It's b-b-beautiful,"
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98222
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Keeper of the balance. Husband of the night.
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98211
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What about the poor nobodies to somebodies being tossed like wet rags onto more wet rags?
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98245
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But El Roy
Never listen no so
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98200
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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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98242
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You don't see the bruises ... you can't foresee the pain. It's intense, so deep and yet so volatile, in vain. He slapped my head once more while he uttered for the millionth time the same old words again: "You're a loser and you'll never win. I hate for you to be my…
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98174
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not in the interest of verisimilitude/
for there's plenty of that in each day already/
as trajectories interrupt other trajectories
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98100
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It might have had something to do with the boy’s pet hog, which was hulking, ageless, and liked eating poppy seed muffins
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98100
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Jim twisted the skinny trunk of his body in a fast, violent jerk just as the cop grabbed the buckle of his left Harley Davidson boot. When the boot flopped off, Jim found himself sitting upright, ready to jump up and run. But then he felt the baton lock down on his…
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9812110
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--"Look at us," she murmurs. "Tristan and Isolde without the adultery."
--"Well, you can't have everything."
--"No? I heard otherwise."
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98122
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98122
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I give you three words
dripping wet with whatever and you
take them, harbor them...
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98100
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Flies as big as raisins sucked spit off his lip as he slept. Not sleep in the strictest sense of the word because guys like him don't sleep, they merely avoid life between rampages. And this guy, well, he's gonna wish he'd avoided life a bit longer because when he…
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98132
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The drug that brought me here is orange and opposable as a thumb. Therefore, send me a dollar and I will swim in your beautiful gaze like a new experience. We can be caviar together and create metaphors for the stars.
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98100
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it always takes too long to figure it out
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98133
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Two Roman busts have come down to us, both copies of supposed earlier Greek originals, from the 4th. century BC.
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98075
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98055
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Already past the harbinger of yellow crocus
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98040
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“Your mother enjoyed apples and made you wear unfashionable pants; she was a bitch. From now on we eat only candy bars and we wear only shorts. But first, four hours of video games!”
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98021
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That night in the stable the three wise men were the only ones who had read books. All the rest became victims of circumstance. Characters amazing in their own right. To be written and talked about for centuries. Totally…
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98031
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I dreamed I might one day become the numero uno tango singer in Boston.
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98076
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Barbarians and savages wore feathers/
or frightful face paint or skin tones//
one could recognize and aim for/
with weapons one could feel
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980145
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The darkness isn’t evil but invisible/
in the otherwise excellent light of day
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98000
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The road to heaven is littered for miles with dead sinners, or more precisely, the sides of the roads are lined with crosses on which the sinners are nailed. It has always been so, since time started ticking for Civilized…
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