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(...) Suddenly there is a tram passing by and kills the Sausage (...)
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108265
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Forget the salt erasure of Carthage,/
all the Meso-American artifacts/
smelted to float the Armada
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108100
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Slowly
slowly
the veil is lifted
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108100
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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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108111
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We are / packed in a speck of dust / adrift across the universe, / revolving an ember.
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108100
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Fleeting moments of tension free,
Sensory glimpses of how it could be,
A sweet easy rhythm in synchrony
Is how it seems for you, too, to me.
There's nothing really but memory,
Yet promise of something's
The world I see.
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108176
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I go down to pick up R and get a cartridge of black ink for the printer. It's an extremely pleasant summer day — early afternoon — and the air is exemplary: clear and sweet. So far so good. But as soon as I park and go to a nearby cash machine the fun begins.…
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108154
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Each brief life is lived in dedication//
to the honeyed buzz of the colony,
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108151
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It had all been for the children, hadn´t it?
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108121
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There was a bottleneck ahead. We slowed down single-file, me behind, to wait our turn to pass the doorway of a vacant storefront church. In it, a lone black man sat atop an empty plastic milk crate. Nobody looked at him; they were all slowing down and cro
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108130
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this is one of those
"there are two kinds of people"
sort of things.
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108174
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Women can often be found
Sizing up each others’ tits
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108141
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in making your sad blown apart hearts rise up and squeeze out the kindness juices ever so sweetly anymore. Tried that. Didn't work out too well, not for me, wasn't a BIG time of waste, but did eat up some important wee…
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108120
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She was wearing a robe, but her hip movement sent an ancient message.
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108100
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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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108131
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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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108000
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Dust and blood and disgust
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108011
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Deep in Stationcity they began to drum.
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108052
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I’m not in the habit of just hanging out on the corner handing out “free stuff,” you know. I figured it was going to cost you. But I was wrong. It cost me instead.
You can only float near the ceiling when you’ve become an emptied vessel. No hope or
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108053
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nevertheless, this crowd had come up with a universal cure for humanity, and regardless of consequences . . .
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108000
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no, you said.
like how the moon strangles with the side we can't see.
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108031
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“‘Dial Back the Snark’ is an attempt to fight the cynicism that’s corroding America’s social fabric,” Myers says, mixing his metaphors. “It’s spreading like wildfire."
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108022
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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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1080127
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a few Hershey's Kisses tucked in with the note
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108031
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Then I learned she was revealing all our sexcapades to this young priest.
Forgive me, father, I have sinned. We had sex outdoors against a tree in Wisconsin and the tree was blending with our act and becoming one with my back rubbing up against the bark
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108010
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Look out for rotten ice. If you fall in, pull yourself out like a seal. Take off all your clothes and get to shelter.
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108044
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The world is beginning to lose what little hair it has left. Follicles litter the streets and scrape along merrily in the wind like one last turn of the world defying knob of being and knowing. But the thing I want to say here is how beautiful…
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107910
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She has almost-black eyes and auburn hair and round brown nipples that are always taut – as though in anticipation. I don’t know what color auburn is. I just know that’s the word that comes to mind when I look at her hair.
She calls herself Mama Legb
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107951
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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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107954
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"Tell me what you remember."
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