1012 6 5
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Forget the salt erasure of Carthage,/
all the Meso-American artifacts/
smelted to float the Armada
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101101
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Before you start reading this it is important that you understand that I know nothing about the evolution of horses or camels. I mean, I literally know zilch about which came first or if they are even part of the same family. In my head I imagine one of those charts…
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101110
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I came back down in skinny jeans with holes in them and the tights still on. Little purple kneecaps.
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101132
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Billy fell into a bottle, and we couldn't get him out.
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101165
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"If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor."--Desmond Tutuand all the animals are migrating away from us. That can't be good. I can't breathe and the moon is on fire. I can't breathe and the ground is starting to rise…
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101110
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We had been on the way to the church when we found them. The handkerchief in my breast pocket was folded just so and I'd tried to recreate the perfect ribbon in Ashley's hair, …
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101100
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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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1011105
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As far as I knew it was just an old man and his wife who lived in this house, but not really. I mean if you had seen what every person on that block had, you would have realized that many lived there, well many beings.
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101121
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“Are you comparing the communists with Hitler?”
“Are you telling me there is no comparison?"
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101142
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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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101100
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The canvas bag lay crumpled and moaning in the middle of the room as Mister and Miss Marital Bliss contemplated what to do to it next. Spots of deep crimson blossomed like spring flowers all over the white sack and a large pool had gathered underneath. Rivulets of blood…
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101164
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I got caught writing poems
at the paint factory
several times
before they fired me
I got caught in the middle
of one of my best lines
but can’t remember what
I meant to say
anymore,
but I know, just know
it was something real good,
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101040
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We spent that entire winter with shaky hands and shrunken egos.
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101074
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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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101000
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They were an interesting young couple. Tom was a big man with rugged features, though not handsome. His face was deeply pock-marked with the scars that are sometimes left over from a terrible bout with adolescent acne. His wife – though I was never cert
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101000
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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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101062
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Look, “Wolfie,” (or “Pharaoh,” or whatever your name is now) a little too much information, don’t you think? I don’t need to hear all the details about you and Sharon. It’s my life, and I’ll cry if I want to – to alter the song just a
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101011
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My friend and I were talking while having burritos (some days, it is as if all we ever eat are burritos, existentially speaking) and I was looking at the way he inserted that shaft of meat in his mouth and thought him prodigious for his technique
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101000
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Bloggers venomously characterized Mitt as a "bumper sticker Patriot", the kind of coward who wraps himself up in a flag, puts a bumper sticker on his car, sings the national anthem at the top of his lungs and is the first person to yell out "Freedome Isnt
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101020
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A debacle has been scheduled for 11:45...
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101011
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What about the poor nobodies to somebodies being tossed like wet rags onto more wet rags?
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101010
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my tiny white world, the cube in the closet in the back above the shelving in a secret compartment cut into the wall
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101022
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...though in reality it is a dirty white with brown splotches now appears to him as a fluorescent green garden snake.
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101000
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our house gives him a cold again
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101020
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(...) Suddenly there is a tram passing by and kills the Sausage (...)
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101098
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When they talk, they put their hands
like a cup around their mouth
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101089
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When he saw me, he jumped faster and faster, wild like something rabid.
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100900
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exiled from hell where no torture could touch you to a cloud in heaven where no…
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100921
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When someone asks me what I do, I tell them that I am a fixer. I fix things. There is nothing that cannot be fixed. Will it ever be as good as new? That is subjective, but I will fix it for you.
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the visual field is an in-rushing city of refractions bouncing across the water.
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