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She burns
her wrists with menthols; she says
it's too much effort to cut
them. Besides, it's
more fun.
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110051
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It had all been for the children, hadn´t it?
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110000
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(Recently unearthed from a “Lost Luggage” travel trunk abandoned in a train station in Salt Lake City, Utah) Dear Seamus: Boy, we sure did enjoy having you as a member of our family all those years. I would have to say you…
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110010
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The empty faces in the crowd all mumbled...
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1100127
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“She's the year of the horse,” Metri said as he peeled his dirty head from the bed, his hair was as matted as a racoon tale. It was as wild as a wild animal and smelled like body odor with a hint of blood. He slid his scabbed hands up to his chest as if to…
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110000
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Aleister Crowley walks in and all of a sudden the bar's filled with angels and demons and pagan things. Wood nymphs and stuff like that. Wittgenstein, to his credit, keeps cool. He just stands over there next to the dart machine, pointing at things and naming them. Like…
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110032
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The drug that brought me here is orange and opposable as a thumb. Therefore, send me a dollar and I will swim in your beautiful gaze like a new experience. We can be caviar together and create metaphors for the stars.
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110033
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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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109996
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109975
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There could be a Reagan circle/
with a Maggie Thatcher suite.
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109922
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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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109956
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It all felt so tentative, he thought. The whole set up. Running water. Electricity. A vast network of instant communication. Food in all the stores. It was the latter that gave him the most concern. He'd never really been hungry. Even in his poorest days, in his early…
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109921
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What the fuck is that smell? Puke? Pine-Sol? Oh shit!Back seat of a cop car.Again?What is it this time?“Excuse me, officer? Where the fuck are my clothes?”
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109930
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this is one of those
"there are two kinds of people"
sort of things.
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109944
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Wheels are spinning
On the country roads tonight
I’m driving all alone
No one else in sight
And the wind’s in my hair
And I don’t care
Yeah, the wind’s in my hair
And I don’t care
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109920
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Jazzy midnights
twisted like DNA
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109900
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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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109911
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"We improvised to show our Spanish compadres that we meant them no disrespect, and the running of the cats was born."
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1098139
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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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109800
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no, you said.
like how the moon strangles with the side we can't see.
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109841
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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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109820
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There is an obstacle, as if truth has a place of its own. This is the phantom where my roommate turns off her headlights Upstate, while we’re singing: No more, No more, stay as you are.
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109810
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Someone had scrawled her on the walls.
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1098138
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my stomach is empty, but it is my eyes that are hungry
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109800
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This is no age for love; this is a time for discovery. So no time for me to sit around my candle is slowly burning, while wind combs my hair. If this is what loves comes to then I predict in the eventuality of me being an old woman by the sea living with her friend, the…
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109865
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Forget the salt erasure of Carthage,/
all the Meso-American artifacts/
smelted to float the Armada
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109822
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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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109800
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You carved my initials into your inner thigh with a jagged stem -
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109700
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Dust and blood and disgust
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