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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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91621
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She eventually learned everyone had their own truth, and some of them were not true at all.
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91621
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To do the proper set up for the story, it was taking me some time, but each bit was important to the outcome, and while he likened me to Higgens on the old Magnum P.I. series, I just laughed at his slowly closing eyes and folded arm, caught in a half cur
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916147
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But you can have a lap dance.
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91511
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When I met Sally
I was all
Unsuspecting
Of what powers
Might be found
In this world and
In a woman.
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91500
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The city was spread before me in a pattern of dancing lights, alternately hidden and revealed by the blowing snow. At this distance, it was almost beautiful. Of course, the beauty was an illusion, obvious only at a distance. If I stood here until dawn, I’
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91500
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The house stood quietly in its surrounds. Unnerved by the beauty that enveloped it. Green forest trees loomed round the house protecting it from the outside world and in front of it lay a sweeping lake that disappeared into the trees on…
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91531
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I am in a war against the literal. I have sewn these words together to make a stand of birch. I wander the earth gathering moon shadows and swords. Kerosene dots punctuate the Dakota night. An apparition of words hops through a calculus problem and falls into a…
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91500
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Jerry turned away from the window to face the box on wheels. Its camera would scan his face, looking for the answers.
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91564
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I know you,
ladies and gentlemen
We see the near future
through you
Your factual face
as you sit indoors
Youthless
In your ordinary chair
"Mice run through their vision
Mice run through
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91521
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The cabinets in D’s kitchen are a pantry of unusual sounds. It is where they are stored.
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91511
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As Susan drove the last stretch home, she couldn't help but press the accelerator a bit deeper than usual. Her car zipped passed the neighborhood houses, which were of mostly brick construction, with two car garages and freshly mulched islands of spring flowers.…
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91522
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The space they are in is years long.
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91565
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to the back of your mind like a box of unpacked yet beloved books if you want, but that's no life I want to explore any further with you. We don't have as much time as we once thought, to believe in something other than empty bottles lost in the…
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91400
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Mort’s hand-mind suffered electrifying-absence-emptiness; no wife.
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914147
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The will to make/
remains
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9142411
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I remembered our wedding reception. I tasted the crab cake, pulled her from greeting people, said, you have to try. And she did.
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91400
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"I don't hear anything..." whispered Hannah. We had just reached the hatch at the top of the maintenance chute.
"Open it quietly, take a look around and if it's clear we climb out as silently as possible, OK go." Responded Pedro. His caution betraying h
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91400
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I am always impressed with your intelligence.
I love watches. I'm not interested in time.
I am well read so talking to myself can be fun.
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91411
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Behind me are two doors. Each opens onto a room which is more event than space.
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91453
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A thrum of imminent sentience-
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91400
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What do you Americans say, here is ze kicker?
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91400
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This is no age for love; this is a time for discovery. So no time for me to sit around my candle is slowly burning, while wind combs my hair. If this is what loves comes to then I predict in the eventuality of me being an old woman by the sea living with her friend, the…
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91422
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My chin is half-eaten. My chest is gone. There is a rhythm to how each flame licks me. Like how you used to in the mornings before work. Before the coffee. Before the toaster. Before a rose clenched between your teeth and dancing.
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91342
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The rising sun was hidden from his eyes by the hips of the woman next to him in the bed.
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91331
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contemplatedshredding lettersfrom mybelated betterscauterizingsevered tethershorizoningmy ruffled feathers
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91331
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91396
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It hangs unspoken in the sadness he pushes through his harmonica, while his hands work the old, beat-up guitar that tries to be a Gibson for his fingertips.
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91340
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Why is this woman smiling?
Because she’s the Real Mona Lisa,
that’s why
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91311
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Like Smart’s cat Jeoffrey,
he’s a mixture of gravity and waggery.
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