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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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my tiny white world, the cube in the closet in the back above the shelving in a secret compartment cut into the wall
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We danced the pee dance after too much Seven Up and tasted odd Jello dishes.
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104442
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104400
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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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104465
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Forget the salt erasure of Carthage,/
all the Meso-American artifacts/
smelted to float the Armada
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104321
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if you lost your list on your way here
i will help you get what you came for.
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104322
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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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104322
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Heading for the fields one morning to paint haystacks, Vincent noticed his neighbor’s house ablaze.
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104322
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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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104320
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(...) Suddenly there is a tram passing by and kills the Sausage (...)
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104300
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Testing how well he navigates
She didn't think he would find it
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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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104200
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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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104251
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The gecko instinctively knew that if he moved, he was dead.
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1042115
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elton wrings the melody from the words into the silent but pulsing air
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104244
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Friends of the bride
feeling out of place
like a church key
at a wedding
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104200
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Tough shit if it looks like shit I heard that voice say as I reviewed my blog...How ya gonna fix it, stop and see every time ya write a line? Well FUCK YOU anyway! That's what my A.D.D. said - WOW! DID YOU SEE THAT?! - as it perched upon one shoulder, overlooking…
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104200
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My backyard was first Grass tickling my bare feet Skipping along the bottoms of my toes. I broke my arm there; I always hurt myself Swinging. The fair was next, grownup kids Having adult fun Eating carnival food and drinking grownup things When no one was looking. …
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104221
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It wasn't meant for our brains to take in so much information, I hear someone say on NPR The information age, seems to be suited for me, I can't get enough of it, it floods my mind and nerves, Reading wikipedia and blogs for hours and You tube And im…
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104100
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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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1041105
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[T]he Thwaites Glacier . . . still exists as of August 2021, though probably with at least five hundred and twenty fewer gigatons of ice mass than in August 2011.
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104111
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My dog Alfie and I would get in my van and go out at midnight for a doughnut. Or an éclair. A French cruller, to be exact. Sometimes we would get Blondie's Pizza on Telegraph Avenue near the Berkeley campus, if it got to be too lonely and restless at nigh
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104111
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We are / packed in a speck of dust / adrift across the universe, / revolving an ember.
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104100
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What happens when you accidentally run into your lover's daughter on a plane.
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104142
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My dad was in a barber training school
where they cut off the tip of a bum's ear
and taped it back on with scotch tape
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104100
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our house gives him a cold again
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104131
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There was the small wooden structure near the base of the mountain. It had weathered many storms and its walls talked about the scars of this. In the hills to the west various cries came out from feral animals that seemed to go linger that autumn. But it had been a…
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104100
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This is hell amongst the bloom and grow.
Spring's warmth is cruel,
a feast of unrestraint...
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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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