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I remember saying, I’ll tell you what I think, if you tell me even one of your little secrets, okay? Whoa! A little too much information there, Wolfie, or Pharaoh, or whatever your name is now.
I remember you with the same beard (just a different co
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it always takes too long to figure it out
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I killed it.
Didn't even relocate it back to its outdoor home, as I had work to do.
This is being human.
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Deep in Stationcity they began to drum.
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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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“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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Still worried. I could use some more hope in my oatmeal.
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But all I see, the only irresolute shape in my mind that forms and becomes real, is you.
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“Are you comparing the communists with Hitler?”
“Are you telling me there is no comparison?"
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I will watch your teeth measure the highway all the way home.
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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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They were all celebrating something, but she couldn’t see what it was.
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I am a small cottage up on the hill. Every morning, I open my windows and my front door. First enters dawn which turns the walls blue, followed by the sun laying straws of wheat on my table. Inside my cottage the day lights up the dark corners while the lamps go quietly…
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“That's Governor Gauda to you, punk!” This is the line from my speech “Killing Dennis Gauda.” The speech lost the Tall Tales competition at the division level, but I was unfortunate to have a chance to do this speech for Dennis Gauda …
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My job was take the falls, act the dope, finish at the wrong end of the slap stick for the blow off. I was Auguste, the fool; I drove the clown car.
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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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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 remember distinctly the first time I saw Lynda. She was not a stunning-looking girl by any stretch of the imagination. She was short, with naturally blond Swedish hair that she wore in a long ponytail that dropped down her back. It was freezing outs
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martyred young women lie in hospital beds
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I know I was hungry. I was hungry for what you had to offer, your fast cars, your dad’s ski boat, your beautiful mouth and its pretty words, your Bohemian eyes and yes, for the joy you could give me between the legs.
But I was unprepared for the lif
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The gecko instinctively knew that if he moved, he was dead.
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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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We are / packed in a speck of dust / adrift across the universe, / revolving an ember.
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“You’re just like me,” she said, as dawn was breaking. “You like sex.”
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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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among and begin / bouquets
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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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My usual angel fell from the ceiling and onto the couch.
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