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Whoever told us that truth-telling was so wonderful,
when we can plainly see that lying is the way to get results?
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"I don’t know what to do. I need to catch the 11:30 train, but what is the difference between doing it today or tomorrow?"
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Francesco entered the gallery, and he immediately went to work.
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My tongue lashes out like a whip.
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The coals lose their glow.Sun kisses the back of my neck goodbye.Someone plays Boys of Summer one more time.The cooler tips... The tides go out...
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1131 3 1
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I inhale the smoke from a burning cigarette
held between two stained fingers that are not mine.
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1131 1 0
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Michael shifted impatiently as his mom steadied the gyrocycle above the parking space. A rather blank, empty smile came over her face, and Michael understood. The Proctors were everywhere and where they weren’t, there was always a Neighbor who would be h
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We do not want to be here. Need ensnares/
and pulls us. We put on its tightened face/
which mirrors what each guest will wear
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1131 2 2
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The bull had flesh of a deep red that turned black where the massive muscles knotted. Colt thought of the way blood turns black when it pools too deep. There was nothing but muscle, an intricate network of coarse fibers woven tightly and wrapped in a thin
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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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To whoever reads this next--Henry James makes my head hurt.
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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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1130 3 1
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I dreamed I might one day become the numero uno tango singer in Boston.
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More thoughts on denial...
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I would read her stories on quiet summer days as we sat along the river, just the two of us stretched out in the tall grass, hidden in the shade of the pine trees lining the banks of the Mullica while a gentle breeze cooled our skin. She liked the way I read to…
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While laying in his hospital bed recovering from a minor heart attack, Professor Martin Hellman reads details of an ancient book he has been given for translation--Biblos Melas, or, the "Black Book." Excerpted from the forthcoming novel "Minion Web."
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What do you Americans say, here is ze kicker?
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By the time he says “I am tired of the smell of pig shit and death” you’ve already lost interest
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1130 1 0
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And I'm usually soft-spoken.
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I check the NPR news app. The story about the shooting in Pittsburg has already been pushed off the homepage. There is an article about yellow fever in the 14th century, a potential ceasefire in Yemen, players protesting the national anthem, a plane crash
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My cell phone shakes; it’s my father’s voice calling my name - so far away - with long distance crackle and panic on the line.
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1129 5 0
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The light streaming out of the background of things, in the absence of memory. That’s what I’m talking about. Prepare to let out all your light from night until dawn, if you want to be in the middle of life. I never wanted to stay at the edges. It didn’
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just want to write a music note
rap my hands all over my throat
jump into the city to stay afloat
gotta build me a damn big boat
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1128 0 0
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It is far into the future when humanity has all but squandered the sustenance of its home, Earth. Because of this, myself and three other candidates are selected to participate in a top-secret mission to retrieve fresh sources of solidified hydrogen from
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1128 2 0
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Remove with care, then slowly lay the string, wide well-soaked end at left-hand edge, to start, and allow to curve, to bend, to almost loop and wind its way at rest across the mottled, patterned green
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It’ll all make sense when you're sitting on an éclair chaise longue by the morning pool of coffee.
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1128 3 1
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Where does the foam from the lattes go?
I'm not being flip--I want to know.
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“He’s a tough nut,” says CIA officer Marlon McGrath. “He says he’ll die a martyr rather than crack before we get to the Booster Club award for outstanding female athlete.”
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"... A set of vertebrae disintegrate and a woman falls face first into her dinner plate."
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