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a few Hershey's Kisses tucked in with the note
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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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108221
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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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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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(...) Suddenly there is a tram passing by and kills the Sausage (...)
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108200
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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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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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108111
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Deep in Stationcity they began to drum.
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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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108152
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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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108111
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We are / packed in a speck of dust / adrift across the universe, / revolving an ember.
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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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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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108100
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When I step barefoot on sand you're here again warm and soft and you let me sink in while you hold me up and make my legs like running drunk in a dream; away from all the nice things everyone said about you. And it seems like you're right here…
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108174
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Women can often be found
Sizing up each others’ tits
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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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108022
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Pick, pick, pick. Scabrous flesh comes off. Goes into mouth. Picking like a drone. This is my leg. It tastes a little salty. Iron apparent. Partner sits across the room, on his laptop, begging. I can't stop widening the pit. Partner goes to kitchen, eats…
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108000
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Dust and blood and disgust
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108000
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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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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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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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108054
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"Tell me what you remember."
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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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108042
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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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