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He puts the briefcase on the sand and removes a pistol.
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I remember Freddie K bringing these fat Thai joints back with him from Viet Nam, and just one of those things would get us all so stoned at parties in Jolene’s upstairs apartment that we felt as if we could float down the long flight of stairs like we w
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An elephant with fascist tendencies,And various exotic dependancies,Kept his eye on,That there King Lion,Frustrated by his monarchic propensities.He made plans to over-throw,Thinking the Lion's popularity low,But he was discovered,When his habits were uncovered,Which was…
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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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“You’re just like me,” she said, as dawn was breaking. “You like sex.”
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"All he wants to do is watch the Hallmark Channel"
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The two boys walked the long dock to the edge of bay,like scrappy lobsters pointing toward the waves,"The cockroaches of the sea,"his father said,It was the old country"Only prisoners were fed lobster.They stayed in the dampholes."He thought the sea ebbed and flowed like a…
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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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A waiter at the café was saying
“I’m opening the curtain here behind your back
Is that okay?”
“Go ahead,” I told him. “It’s all right”
“Enemies are taken care of?”
“They already got everything,” I said
Suddenly both of us were laughi
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Father, trouble me memory;laconic, idle, some glint on the dark. Recall us to me: what did we have, or what did we lose? Like some late affection, open me again, laugh it out of us. It is not loss I'm looking toput back together, papered over…
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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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They hunger for new real estate/
and those resources underground
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Terry marked each spot where we did it with a red “X” on this map she had taken from my dad's gas station. In those days gas stations gave out maps for free.
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The train station offers a pleasant atmosphere, though it exists as an in between place. People only come here to go somewhere else.
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Do you know if you were actually speaking to me there?
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117633
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That son of a bitch meant every word. Every filthy mouthful of insults that hit me was intentional and focused.
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This is what you have to do to keep the unruly parts of your brain from open revolt.
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Times were tough. They met out on the right-of-way on Highway 61 heading south, each trying to hitch a ride to New Orleans where they might find work. Albert walked up to her lugging a saxophone in a scuffed up case. Mamie had old cloth suitcase. After handshake bona fides…
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Deep in Stationcity they began to drum.
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1175139
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Our local low rent ice-based superhero said he’d had enough and would check back in early spring.
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117500
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I’ve really had it up to here
with people who say “awesome”
of things that don’t inspire awe.
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117522
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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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117554
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Each brief life is lived in dedication//
to the honeyed buzz of the colony,
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“He’s a tough nut,” says CIA officer Marlon McGrath. “He says he’ll die a martyr rather than crack before we get to the Booster Club award for outstanding female athlete.”
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"Excuse me. I believe you have a little something falling from your right nostril there," he said, pointing with his pinky.
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Someone had scrawled her on the walls.
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I will watch your teeth measure the highway all the way home.
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http://www.boston.com/lifestyle/articles/2011/07/17/imagine_mimes_as_the_mbta_noise_police/
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My memory is like tracks in the snow. My memory is cookie dough. My memory is dirty tube socks.
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