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You can ask so many questions
Of what’s it all about
You can empty out the closets
And roll the mothballs out
But no one has the answers
It’s all a mystery
There’s a bigger picture
But it’s really hard to see
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122100
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On the way back from New Jersey this afternoon, my dad kept pressing “seek” on the radio dial so he could find WBLS, which we listened to last night, also on our way back from New Jersey. I was driving last night because I wanted to and because I think my dad…
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122113
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This spring darkness is winding around my neckin the age of video, how many times I've seen her at the zoowith your eyes, as if seeing for the first timeher early morning breath, tripping your woman, your angelas she arrived on the beach when it was still too dark to see…
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122100
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Buy random DNA on the open market and drive a poisoned stake into the heart of darkness.
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122141
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I stood at a workbench for eight hours a day, scraping various shapes and bits of metal fresh from the machinist’s press, plotting my escape.
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122022
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The man and the woman ate dinner together as they did most nights. It had become a habit over the years, back when they had children. Their lives were busy yet they always found time for one…
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122011
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After our visit to Phoenix and following our inspection of the Grand Canyon, our seminary octet continued its twelve-thousand mile sojourn across the country as a quintet.
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122011
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The fog drifted in, wreathing the woman in undulate shadows as kleigs danced in wind and ships moaned. Souchet had come through the Barrio Chino to stand on the pier at the hour when dead cease their ramblings and sleep.…
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122076
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I go down to pick up R and get a cartridge of black ink for the printer. It's an extremely pleasant summer day — early afternoon — and the air is exemplary: clear and sweet. So far so good. But as soon as I park and go to a nearby cash machine the fun begins.…
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122010
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The rocks are hot along the East RiverBelow hazy skies sent from Jersey Traffic.Pigeons peck at pieces of detritus,Walking calmly by pedestrians passingThrough the park during their allotted lunchHour. A girl with a strange frame —As if her ribs fused with her hips…
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122054
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"Tell me what you remember."
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122082
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Alright is alright but alright is a state of mind, right?
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122011
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Behind me are two doors. Each opens onto a room which is more event than space.
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1219149
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the Blue Ridge Mountains were entangled in their usual mist, but the early morning sky looked good
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121985
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I do not think it good that you, any of you, know what I mean when I say “MIG arrangement.”
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121911
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They first hook you in with how cute they are. And they are cute, do not get me wrong. I'm not, nor have I ever been, fundamentally against babies—until now. As the first reviewer of this oh-so-wonderful app, my intention is not to…
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121943
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We could act the anthropologist.
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121920
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feathered flightless freak of nature
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121900
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I think I have experienced this before: This fractal sigh upon the star-scarped floor, That makes this concrete mock of valley heath- Below the traffic lanterns at the door, Of frigid other flowers lovers ‘queath None but their eyes to.…
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121931
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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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121921
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There are people walking,
not knowing where they are,
a way to peace is just that--
a place to go.
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121931
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Crunching gravel beneath my feet, the sound of approaching death.
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121931
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Two logs to make a fire burn,
one real, one fake,
for we have learned
that's all an evening fire takes.
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121911
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. . . making a little winter-love, in a dark corner.
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121920
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There was a bucket of shit . . .
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121995
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M. CALLAGHAN: I’ve got a lot on my mind. You’re drunk, aren’t you?
COL. MORD: Good idea!
DEATH: Well, there is no shame in that.
J. KIDDING: Everyone suffers. Can you lend me your cat?
T. BURKULAR: I don’t know, sir. I don’t follow political issues .
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121800
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I love her now, but I used hate her because she’d leave hairs on my bar of soap.
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121830
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If I came home and she had peed, even after I walked her in the morning before I left, I would tighten up my whole face and shoulders, so I wouldn't hit her, and I would grab her by the tags collar, and I would hiss at her what she needed to know, what sh
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121843
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You know what's wrong with Hell these days? Do ya? It's too fucking corporate. Too commercial.
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121853
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You shall hear, against your ear,
the beating of a circumcised heart.
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