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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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104322
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104351
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On the first night I met you, you fell in love with the waitress. She had a loud voice and a strong Irish accent. She wore an oversized t-shirt to minimize her large breasts, and baggy jeans. No makeup; crooked teeth. But you…
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10431312
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The little Lady and I drove down to New Orleans to take in the Mardi Gras festivities we’d read so much about.
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104310
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Someone had scrawled her on the walls.
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104321
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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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104300
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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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104251
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Sand atop a trickling potentially,where roundabout rides hideunbegun business, the trickling of sand at any moment.
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104211
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Surely someone as clever as I can hatch a plan that will make them pay for rejecting me. Ignoring my genius has a cost and they will pay the price.
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104284
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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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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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104221
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the heartbeat,
the pulse of
the darkened earth
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104200
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Testing how well he navigates
She didn't think he would find it
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104221
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Your left hand cups your balls which are drawn up tight under a turgid fireplug cock. Your right hovers over your temple, thumb cocked at the cheek. Your eyes are dreamy, mouth wry, chest and belly furry and fat. You're a picture in a file on my desktop on which…
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104140
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We spent that entire winter with shaky hands and shrunken egos.
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104100
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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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104122
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the visual field is an in-rushing city of refractions bouncing across the water.
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104120
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(...) Suddenly there is a tram passing by and kills the Sausage (...)
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104153
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I'd had way too many drinks. My legs were quivering. Everyone had gathered there in the kitchen, my sleek and attractive ex-wife the center of attention, all the men fucking drooling over her. Seems she was a yoga queen now, a vegan princess, a dancer somewhere. She…
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1041107
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"The sheriff's mother-in-law made the smoothest 'shine in the county."
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10411511
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When the compost thaws the past oozes out into the present....
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It’s good to get fucked in the rain.
It’s good to get fucked in the back seat of a power boat on a river in the hot summer air with the mosquitos sucking the life out of you.
It’s good to get fucked with your bare back rubbing up against the rough bar
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104033
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"As soon as you're born, they make you feel small."--John LennonI cannot do anything about how beautiful you are, my sour flower, but I can tell you this much: Joni Mitchell is better than all the cowards in the world. They all chose to somehow…
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To whoever reads this next--Henry James makes my head hurt.
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104022
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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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The gecko instinctively knew that if he moved, he was dead.
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104011
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She burns
her wrists with menthols; she says
it's too much effort to cut
them. Besides, it's
more fun.
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104062
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among and begin / bouquets
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104086
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Yet tenderness resided here
among the canvases,
the tubes of paint, brushes, and candle wax;
the splatters of discarded ideas.
We made love the way people said prayers
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