1202 7 4
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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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120222
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Pick, pick, pick. Scabrous flesh comes off. Goes into mouth. Picking like a drone. This is my leg. It tastes a little salty. Iron apparent. Partner sits across the room, on his laptop, begging. I can't stop widening the pit. Partner goes to kitchen, eats…
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120200
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A cruel reminder of his irrelevance to the world of law, a world he had probably ruled for over 40 years.
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120220
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“Pull out, pull out, you dimwit!” Cheryl B told Andy. “I told you to pull out before you came, if you ever expect to climb up on top of me again! God, Andy, what’s wrong with you?”
Cheryl had flaming red hair and was what we now call “Plu
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120230
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I would like to invite the public to an open-air,
environmental art piece called Hot Weather.
The exhibition will take place this summer. It will
not begin until the temperature reaches 90 degrees.
This demonstration is available free of charge
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120241
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“So–you can get a stimulus check even if you’re dead?” I asked.
“hell man–in chicago you can vote if you’re dead. i’ve tried to stay active politically.”
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120252
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The bells are ringing once again. They are three sets of bells, but I can tell them apart. It's cold up here, and I never thought I would end up in such a high fortress surrounded by the grey and dark and the moat and the flora and fauna foreign and slightly brutish.…
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120210
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It was the absence of small sounds he felt most. The clink of a spoon against china, a floorboard’s distant creak, the swish of that old, broken-toothed comb through her hair. A thousand tiny sounds that had proved he wasn’t alone.
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120220
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Saturday night in the suburbs west of Boston. As Pancho Sanza and I drift wearily from one upscale restaurant to another, we see an endless parade of husbands whose indifference to their wives borders on cruelty.
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120211
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no matter how many drunks I spoke to, no matter how many strangers I tried my new theories on, no matter how many of my, currently distant friends I out-witted and educated with my revelatory nuggets of wisdom, I still see no sign of impact on the evening
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120211
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A bar of chocolate stuck in pudding
(don’t you see where this is going)
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120185
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I ate a tuna salad sandwich for lunch.
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120121
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Purple fades.
Orange into a deeper blue...The deepest blue ever known.
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1201116
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macho bucks in velvet defy you driving down the lane
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120122
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But then there were car windows
bashed out on both sides
Glass on the ground
like Kristallnacht
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120110
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First was the end of the month Sunday morning picnic. Well, Not first - there was more. Something Before then. But, You looked different with wind in your Hair and Never the same again. The mud on your skirt matched my thoughts. You'd fallen, I'm sure, and I…
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120122
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the visual field is an in-rushing city of refractions bouncing across the water.
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120121
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Floozy Walks Into a Bar
Toting a handbag the size of a small suitcase
Because you never know
Floozy Walks Into a Bar
Dragging her reputation behind her
And everyone looks behind her too
Floozy Walks Into a Bar
To test the temperature of
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120100
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tragically / once upon a time / two people / far away / ...
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120174
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Life is meagre with me; I am unsatisfied and left always begging for __________.
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120050
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They were all celebrating something, but she couldn’t see what it was.
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120021
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if you lost your list on your way here
i will help you get what you came for.
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120051
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The gecko instinctively knew that if he moved, he was dead.
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120096
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120077
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The monkey did not live for long. He’d lost interest in the stuffed dog pretty much right away. The farther away the shuttle, the more garbled and fanciful the sign language the monkey had been taught became.
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120011
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But please, don't let me fall into any more smaller pieces than I already have, before I get to kiss someone again and really mean It. I'm pretty sure I've always believed in something more positive than just hate. I've …
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120000
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This is hell amongst the bloom and grow.
Spring's warmth is cruel,
a feast of unrestraint...
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12001310
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By the end of my Saturday night shift at the Oyster Bar I look like some kind of filthy nurse
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120000
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It seems like that is all I really knowThe narrow confines of my existenceThe sun rises and falls somewhere,And all living things, move, work struggle and fightCarrying a bucket of water, while the sunBangs the day's rhythm on my armsThere's a war going on, all the…
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120000
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These were strange realizations, and each built upon the one before until I was completely mystified and unsettled in my life.
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