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the visual field is an in-rushing city of refractions bouncing across the water.
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119611
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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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119620
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I remember when we first met, telling my friends, He’s so pretty I’d dump my boyfriend for him.
I remember driving all around Elmhurst looking for parking. We sat in the car eating figs and popcorn. We tried to throw the fig pits or stumps, or wh
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"All he wants to do is watch the Hallmark Channel"
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119622
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I don't care what my reincarnated self thinks about today. I'm already aware that everything stinks in the end. Well. It's supposed to. But all things must seek travel while they can. Dance while they can. Dream while they can. Laugh while they can.…
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119511
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City cars packed with eyes
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119574
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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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119520
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Then there was Marsha, the blonde bombshell, at Irvine, who slept over one night only. As in the original one night stand, your standard L.A. blonde beach-girl bombshell ex-cheerleader tear your heart out and spit it as far as she could. Wrench your bal
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119521
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Purple fades.
Orange into a deeper blue...The deepest blue ever known.
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119520
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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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119577
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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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119520
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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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119500
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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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119500
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What do you Americans say, here is ze kicker?
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119501
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Thanks for the invitation, although you don't make the Undergraduate Verse Society Ice Cream Social and Poetry Slam sound very appealing.
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119500
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tragically / once upon a time / two people / far away / ...
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119522
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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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119450
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They were all celebrating something, but she couldn’t see what it was.
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119451
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The gecko instinctively knew that if he moved, he was dead.
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119496
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119485
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I ate a tuna salad sandwich for lunch.
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119433
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Have you ever heard a bird sneeze?
Okay, okay, I was sitting on this branch,
and you know how everybody loves to hate poetry, right?
So, I ran into some hippies, who had named their daughter Echinacea,
and you could instantly read her future, and
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119430
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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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119410
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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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119400
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My life isn't exactly what you'd call glamorous. Hell it's not even good. Not like that bathroom cabinet, getting cleaned every other day and handled like it's made of glass.No, my life is literally full of shit. They come, they sit, they shit. On the good days, I'm lucky…
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119411
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A bar of chocolate stuck in pudding
(don’t you see where this is going)
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119300
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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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macho bucks in velvet defy you driving down the lane
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119300
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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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