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Thus was Rent-a- Rat, Inc born. At first it was Rent-a-Rugrat, but we changed it so the Army wouldn’t be onto us. Our first headquarters was out of a damned tent on Red Square, but we would get the hell out of there as soon as we could muster the necessar
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110311
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Mary Jo told me to hire somebody to marry us in a ceremony in the living room up at the house on Fairlawn. This was to take place in two days. Her divorce was final, and she had to get married or else it was all over for her child custody. I guess I was
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110321
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Naked chest, Naked nipples...
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110220
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You were never at all like Narcissus, trying to remember girls’ names with marble in their eyes. You never adored your own image, looking at yourself in the river, not like I did (looking in the mirror that brings sleep.) I remember you admiring the dre
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110265
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A petition submitted to the Planning Department of Palm Beach Florida requests a zoning variance applied to Mar — a — Lago. Studies, backed by research, have defined Mar-a- Lago, an ideal location for shelter and protection for immigrants, fleeing from…
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110200
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The men stir around so aimlessly
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110200
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What happens when you accidentally run into your lover's daughter on a plane.
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11021110
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The last thing I remember is falling below the water, lungs filling with liquid.
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110233
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Like the miserable sledgehammer am I, with no adjective in place to praise your moon, you are a hole well-worn into my favorite hanging rock. I've only been able to reinvent this wronged language, in which being moved…
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110266
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the moment he started walking
my hands were given new tasks to do:
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110221
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110221
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The cabinets in D’s kitchen are a pantry of unusual sounds. It is where they are stored.
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110221
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In the bad dreams of bums living under the freeway overpass
dwells the laughing gas of their previous lives
the humorous opium operas of unsatisfactory whore-wars
and the open sores of ether-filled balloons
in the bad dreams of bums under
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110211
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A bar of chocolate stuck in pudding
(don’t you see where this is going)
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110221
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Life is a beach, not an enormous ashtry.
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110221
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It wasn't meant for our brains to take in so much information, I hear someone say on NPR The information age, seems to be suited for me, I can't get enough of it, it floods my mind and nerves, Reading wikipedia and blogs for hours and You tube And im…
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110220
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A thrill seeker before midnight - but closer to twilight ...
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110151
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Some people burn slowWhile others burn fastAnd betweenAll kind of things happen:There's happiness sadnessJoy and angerSicknessThings happenAnd when you are in theWorldThe worlds molds youWith all it elixirs and tempationsThe good timesThen come the wounds and scarsAnd the…
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110100
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110165
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The woman who lives on the first floor once loved dancing naked for her lovers.
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110132
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A young woman in shorts
removes her sunglasses,
putting them on top of her head
in order to study the little girl
sitting on her father’s lap
on the bus.
“I want to get me one of those,”
she says, with her dark eyes
smiling.
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110143
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a few numbers/
and a handful of their operations,
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1101119
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untilled, weedy, left to rest
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110100
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The sky was painfully blue that day. So bright, so cheerful that attempting to look at it, to probe its depths would cause one's eyes to tear up. There was not a cloud in sight, just miles and miles of blue as far as the eye…
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110100
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Topsy was a flip flopper ...
Topsy was a crazy complainer.
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110176
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The leaves/
that clung through February/
fall, dung brown,
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110122
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A likeness borne in silk, rich contours of canvas giving life to the seascape.
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110110
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The funeral grounds look level and calm. We leave the urban world behind for an instant. The other world has claimed someone. But we are in limbo. It is a terrible thing when a connection or breakthrough moment is not achieved or granted by the universe. …
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110100
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I could reach out
and grab this world
by the p...
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110044
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It’s always daylight there
My brother comes running down the sidewalk
holding out his arms and calling my name
He’s wearing suspenders. He’s gotten thinner
in heaven
He embraces me warmly
wanting us to be friends
I give up trying to resist
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