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In 1609 Ben Jonson was hired to write a work in celebration of the opening of a new shopping mall.
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100144
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fade away
glorious, golden
delicious
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100142
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His small hands grew unimaginable vitality as he pushed and heaved against the strength of the ocean and it's depths and it's ruthlessness.
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The boy had decided he needed to sell his music equipment—the p.a. system, his amp, his compact organ. His band had broken up and wasn’t going to get back together. He was leaving town at the end of the summer, to where exactly he didn’t know yet.
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I dream empty, the wind blowing benzene blue. Shards of glass. Barbed wire. Bricks crushing flame into notions gone quick, never painless. Is it my blood? In my eyes. On my hands. Is it for you? I'm not sure where I'm walking here. Walking towards what from. Is it…
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(From Postcards fom a Railway Station (final poem)) No lights shine out tonight high hung in heaven: And the constellations like a dead man fall. No sight of polar eyes, whose sons are seven, And I stand unthinking and beyond it all I own it all a…
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I leave you because
you violently told me to,
I still love you because
I told you I always would.
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100010
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Some things are said.
Others, never.
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100000
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I see it now. This is like the blind flash of the mind going off inside, where memory begins to make up its own stories. And the women are often drawn, painted, sung about, while the men are not, so often. What is it about us that they cannot resist loo
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100000
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Cold hurts at first, but you wake up.
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100053
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Most of life, it
turns out,
is pathetic.
Very little is funny.
We have to generate our
own laughter.
Canned laughter
may have to do.
Even if we have to carry
the can around our neck
like a Saint Bernard
or strapped to our
hip
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The sexuality comes over us in waves. We need to hold things, someone. The women, the men, side by side, our features blending together. We notice the small curved lines at the corners of the mouth. We notice everything. And the animal is still inside m
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Morning. A hot bright sun shines down on the cool dark depths of the deep blue sea.
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999139
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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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99900
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Being forced to spend blood money on libations isn't stoic.
It's shitty.
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99986
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Mischief / has marked the bone marauders for doom.
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99965
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The woman who lives on the first floor once loved dancing naked for her lovers.
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99900
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Randall had created Raoul to enjoy the freedom of being another person, but this became his second life crisis.
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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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99911
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Like Smart’s cat Jeoffrey,
he’s a mixture of gravity and waggery.
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99932
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What I wanted was to rewind the film
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99930
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I prowl. You prowl. We all prowl.
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99921
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Fat Yasmin and Greg Lane were quite a couple. They held hands a lot. She was a mound of shit. “She had to go…
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99920
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Your steering wheel is hot.You don't feel it though, I mean,It tingles some but it doesn't have that crawling, stinging feelingLike the way you'd feel it if they hadn't called.Not the way other people in Arizona feel it.You don't feel you or her or anything in…
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And then, like all those nights before, she just fell asleep seducing me.
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It's awfulYou remember everythingYou never forgetEvery insultEvery bruiseEvery scarEvery burnEvery nickEvery blow You never forgetI never forget The pain of memoryYou think you forgetBut you never forgetThe dread of some wholly misfortuneThe pain that left you…
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In the dark I rode naked
feeling quite exposed...
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“Out-of-work samurai have a choice,” says Bobby Ito. “They can terrorize local peasants at county fairs, or underbid low-skilled workers for menial jobs.”
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99811
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artifacts gone obsolete / miscegenating in suspension
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