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Well, Bainz' dad didn't kill us for stealing his bomb because one of the drug addicts at my house was a cop. At least he said he was a cop, or knew a cop, or had something to do with the cops. I don't know for sure. I know he didn't look like a cop, at least he …
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112121
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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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112000
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Alice sat on the edge, her legs dangling in the void...
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112011
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My friend and I were talking while having burritos (some days, it is as if all we ever eat are burritos, existentially speaking) and I was looking at the way he inserted that shaft of meat in his mouth and thought him prodigious for his technique
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112000
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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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"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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112052
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Any God we could respect/
would listen, kind, to prayers,/
compassionate but resolute –
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112000
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It was the same table they met and fell in love.
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112011
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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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111911
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Deep in Stationcity they began to drum.
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111933
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Rocky looked iron-built, tall and lean, not round like April. Russian lawn ornament, I said, mistaking the thought as mine.
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111900
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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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111954
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Each brief life is lived in dedication//
to the honeyed buzz of the colony,
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111941
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I guess it was a foregone conclusion that you would be gone at the end of the year. A foregone conclusion that you wouldn’t be coming back, and that after you began writing letters to Sharon saying what you would do to her when you did come back in th
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111942
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Friday night, a bar downtown, beneath the swirling dots of disco lights, seated at a table by the door, I come across a Cheerleader from my high school days, having a Martini with the Quarterback she married. Even in forgiving light, …
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111900
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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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1119138
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my stomach is empty, but it is my eyes that are hungry
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111921
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111933
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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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Look, “Wolfie,” (or “Pharaoh,” or whatever your name is now) a little too much information, don’t you think? I don’t need to hear all the details about you and Sharon. It’s my life, and I’ll cry if I want to – to alter the song just a
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111851
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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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111811
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We are / packed in a speck of dust / adrift across the universe, / revolving an ember.
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111800
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Randall had created Raoul to enjoy the freedom of being another person, but this became his second life crisis.
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111810
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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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111820
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111821
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...somehow that light has found me.
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111820
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I am like a spice in wind, warm and gentle on the face, a reminder of your youth, tried and true. Lick the trapped silk from my soul, is all I am saying, with your high language. Get the core out of me and turn it under your tongue. Why shouldn't the egg
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111822
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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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11181412
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We danced the pee dance after too much Seven Up and tasted odd Jello dishes.
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