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Mischief / has marked the bone marauders for doom.
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114100
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114154
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114100
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Have you ever Felt As if you were Alone In the world?
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114122
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A likeness borne in silk, rich contours of canvas giving life to the seascape.
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114110
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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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114131
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We bring words together and set them up on blind dates. Watch them build a history together, get married and fight together. Make offspring syllables cradled warm in cribs of punctuation. Phonemes squeezed into existence by two parenthesis. Words…
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114165
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That was the year I got my Daisy bee-bee gun for Christmas....
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114142
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I feel I am, in fact,/
the dimmest and least wise/
man on earth.
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114151
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114112
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I sulk across the room to feed you,hold your hand, tell you everything will be fine. It is the right time of night,the light from the street falls onto the chairat the perfect angle. I look at you, gray, shimmering, persnickety. Don't move, thisis just the dust, helping me…
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114020
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she said, point blank, “Can you help me? I need a lover, and a friend.”
“I can be both,” I said. I don’t know, I just opened my mouth and out it flew. You don’t even stop to think what you might be saying at a moment like that. I mean, she knew I was s
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114090
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...it didn’t take much to just toss it aside and muster up some fresh bravado.
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114075
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The despair that comes and goes is here again
I saw a woman who was holding herself
As she walked past, as if a fire were about to
Lunge out of her parts
She was in such great need of being held
The despair that comes and goes is here again
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114043
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I stroll out to the front lawn, and find myself against the sea of grass, painted daubs within the frame of a distilled rock. My ears attuned to the starlets warbling on the twisted branches of the lone tree, flock of wings that find subtlety and shine in the rapture…
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114020
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“Hey, come on and sit down,” Jake motioned to her.
It was three in the morning and after way too many gins the last thing Melisa wanted to do on New Year’s Eve was to chat with her ex-boyfriend. In fact if she had known he was goin
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114011
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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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114020
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A thrill seeker before midnight - but closer to twilight ...
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114051
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the Coke made his butt leak blood
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114000
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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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11392510
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113921
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We were fleeing Hurricane Katrina
We stopped somewhere in Texas at a roadside diner
But found a sign that said it was closed
All of a sudden as we sat there in our car
The shop’s owner knocked on the window
And asked what he could get for us
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113900
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The men stir around so aimlessly
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113900
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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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113921
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I’m leaning into my freedom and will have you take your portable prison with you and you can set those four walls across town.
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113911
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artifacts gone obsolete / miscegenating in suspension
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113931
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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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113934
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We once saw giants in the clouds and in/
connected points of stars, and named/
them, gods. We placed them in their high-halled villas,/
on the mountaintop, to game and frolic
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113953
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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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113821
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As the patter of our passing feet fades.
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