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The road to heaven is littered for miles with dead sinners, or more precisely, the sides of the roads are lined with crosses on which the sinners are nailed. It has always been so, since time started ticking for Civilized…
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In need of help, he bought his first self-help book at the age of twenty-nine.
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110834
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...the room was filled
with a brightness
and a breeze,
making you think
you were up in
the clouds.
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110840
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…if something happened to you so horrible that you no longer felt like living, would it have been better if you had died at birth? Okay, that's probably too early. No reason to act in haste. Maybe you should die when you're eighteen years old, just before…
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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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110800
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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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Any God we could respect/
would listen, kind, to prayers,/
compassionate but resolute –
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110800
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it always takes too long to figure it out
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110811
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The funk of wet wool, stinky feet, reeking armpits, stale beer and fried food created a bohemian fetor.
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110730
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I've brought a stack of old photo albums to the home with me. It'll be nice to go through them with Mum, I'm thinking.When I arrive she's doing her usual routine, where she sits silent for a time then bursts unprompted into laughter, lungs rattling, shouting at some…
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are you afraid sometimes, in the night, in the wind as it beats down your maelstrom thoughts?
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110711
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He was prepared for this event.
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110711
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We’ve been married for 24.1667 years now and–well–my wife was starting to remind me of a public building. The Registry of Motor Vehicles, to be precise.
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110600
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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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110600
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She shifts in her armchair, shadowed beneath the dark pitched roof, gently replaces her chipped white china teacup in its saucer. It's started again. It's how they go, their whisperings, egging younger children to climb the steps to her attic apartment, a
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110622
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The man and the woman ate dinner together as they did most nights. It had become a habit over the years, back when they had children. Their lives were busy yet they always found time for one…
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We head home, skirting along the coast,
humble before catapulting waves;
the lighthouse near invisible
if not for a single band of red.
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110611
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We are / packed in a speck of dust / adrift across the universe, / revolving an ember.
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She sold bottles of happiness at the marketplace. She woke up at dawn every morning to capture rays of happiness in the air. She would jump and let her fingers thread through each ray before sorting them into bottles. She always added a red ribbon to the tops of each…
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110610
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In suburban Jeddah magnificent houses on every corner of the avenues are surrounded by high walls rising up from just inside the roadside curb to much beyond taller than a man.
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110600
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My usual angel fell from the ceiling and onto the couch.
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110622
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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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110641
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Creating a world in which no one believes . . . killing a world in which no one could believe.
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110600
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And then she'd wipe her eyes, sweep her hair between the crest of her left ear and the side of her face and press that ear to the knot.
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110601
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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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110642
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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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110600
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no one told him there was a place where heroes died, but he should have known it was in love
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I will watch your teeth measure the highway all the way home.
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Alice sat on the edge, her legs dangling in the void...
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macho bucks in velvet defy you driving down the lane
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