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I try to keep myself from weeping.
We are all actors in a bad dream,
that doesn’t go away in the morning
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108421
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If the pen travels over a sheet of paper, it is not long before a metaphor appears. A fast, beautiful metaphor like friendship, or deformity. Think of the pen as a penis and the ink as semen. I just sit and laugh. Time impregnates an opportunity and a lon
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108432
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About four in the afternoon
a pigeon began admiring itself
in the shiny panel of a car door
until another pigeon came along
and it quit acting foolish.
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108420
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A thrill seeker before midnight - but closer to twilight ...
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108400
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I look at her
really look
we both know her time is fading
"I'm just sad that you won't be there."
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108311
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We are / packed in a speck of dust / adrift across the universe, / revolving an ember.
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108376
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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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108300
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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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108354
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Each brief life is lived in dedication//
to the honeyed buzz of the colony,
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108310
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They’re friends, him and Sissy and Raul, you know, and live upstairs from Asa and he went up there. He kept texting me saying, B here all night, follow u 2 airport. Yelled down through the floor. Real crazy shit.
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108342
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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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108320
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(...) Suddenly there is a tram passing by and kills the Sausage (...)
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108376
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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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108300
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"Great! Great. I got your message . . . yeah, it’s a little long. It’s 140 *words*, not characters . . . "
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108300
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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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108300
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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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108365
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Forget the salt erasure of Carthage,/
all the Meso-American artifacts/
smelted to float the Armada
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108200
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This girl who looks about ten years old and her Pomeranian puppy are staring at my left arm and my right hand keeps filling out the form and I know I shouldn't but I say what she's been begging me to for the last half hour: It wasn't Wilbur. It was a woman. A girl,…
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108200
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Slowly
slowly
the veil is lifted
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108251
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The gecko instinctively knew that if he moved, he was dead.
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108200
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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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108212
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Do you know if you were actually speaking to me there?
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108231
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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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108222
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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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this is one of those
"there are two kinds of people"
sort of things.
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108222
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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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108274
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Women can often be found
Sizing up each others’ tits
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108231
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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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108241
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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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