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A bar of chocolate stuck in pudding
(don’t you see where this is going)
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107560
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As unlikely as it may seem, John Coltrane was in fact a member of the U.S. Navy Band in 1947 in Honolulu.
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107541
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She sat me down naked
on a kitchen chair and fucked me
in the dining room, hovering over me,
then sitting down on top of me
I was upstanding
It was outstanding, raw, and exciting
No children or adults around, or dogs,
cats or birds, no goldf
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107500
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(...) I know my eyes are shut and I’m on the kitchen floor but I see her and I’m not confused. (...)
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107597
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It's not that there's nothing new, it's all new. That blue color is not the one you remember, but the one you are experiencing, and at the same time, you bring everything you are, crushing into dust, with you. Green…
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107541
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They had to dress normal, my other boyfriends, be beardless, hairless, everything torn away, plucked, shorn smooth, because it elicited moisture on the tongue (when I was with you.) But I grew bored as the day before I first saw you.
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107576
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If she weaves words that are true enough
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107533
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the space between two antelopes
is a canyon,
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107530
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Out the window, the butterflyhad escaped,beyond my perception and maybe into someone else's.The little boy with the kite stared back,wound his string,and ended his afternoon.
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107520
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Gee but it’s great after being out late,
Walking my lobster back home.
There’s little risk that she’ll turn into bisque,
Walking my lobster back home.
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107510
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The north street was always a mean part of Port Neches. Too far up for oil company patrols ...
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107511
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A horn blared behind him. Dan put his Corrola into drive, and began inching forward. Something colorful passed on his left and abruptly pulled in front of him. He slammed the brakes, nearly ramming into a bubblegum pink three-wheeled motorcycle command
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107463
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I can be iambic when I want to / be!
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107432
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107410
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Shit, I guess I'm gonna hafta
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107410
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but at least I wasn't drinking as much anymore.
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107400
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The paper
in his typewriter
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107430
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I prowl. You prowl. We all prowl.
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107420
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107400
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Love is music
timed in heartbeat
move to rhythms ages old
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107474
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"[A]ppointed an official supplier of watches for the Ministry of Defence of the Soviet Union in 1965."
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107497
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He remembers his father’s concrete slab hands. Balled into fists they resembled kettlebells.
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107443
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On the way to
The Museum of Inner Light
Expect delays
Expect bumps in the road
Expect potholes and such
Expect a murder of crows
Rolling acorns over the rooftops
But what I want to know is who
Who eats a butterfly
On the way to
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107400
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Ben did not respond, but sat staring lizard-eyed at the shattered remains of his glorious musical instrument.
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107465
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Villon, get the hell outta here!
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107432
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I would have given your son to you. I would have had him in a heartbeat. And I would have showed him your inner beauty, even though you were absent. I would have hidden nothing from his nature. I would have given him everything and anything he needed, s
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107321
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As the patter of our passing feet fades.
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107355
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what-ta-hell, fuck this
he snorts brushing
the dust from his shoulders
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107300
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Dave Sharpe silently pulled his desk chair out of its nook that was conveniently placed underneath his desk. He took a deep breath as he slowly took his place in the seat and nudged it into a perfect…
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107300
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In the nights there was a sense of surrounding trouble, a trouble that had no name, but waited there and sometimes it seemed to whisper strange thoughts from the curtains and other times it waited in silence by the closets and corners. It never quite…
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