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a body lost in thought
stays hopelessly lost in thought
for as long as the latte lasts
and the coffee shop stays open
and the moms don’t gather with their baby carriages
and the bums don’t bum overly much
and the trust funders don’t lose too
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91342
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At the company luncheon, the dessert course came first. The servers were tense and unresponsive and we knew something was off. After the pudding or mousse came an undressed salad. Several minutes later came dressings — balsamic, ranch — with ladles.…
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913177
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are you afraid sometimes, in the night, in the wind as it beats down your maelstrom thoughts?
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91364
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Her tits were perfect
But came with a white picket fence
Around them
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9131511
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When the compost thaws the past oozes out into the present....
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91300
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I remember, when I was selling real estate, how you could always tell when there'd been a divorce. One room was conspicuously left emptied of its contents, and these rooms were never swept or tidied. Instead they were left just as they were when the par
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91242
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The Pope is too busy shopping for clothes to control your brain.
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91200
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Sunday nights weren't massive.
They were Sunday mornings that remained.
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91234
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...the room was filled
with a brightness
and a breeze,
making you think
you were up in
the clouds.
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91200
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I drove around the city that evening, beyond lonely. What was I to do? My friends were gone! I hit the nearest bar and ordered myself a strong drink of concentrated Oros. The barman was a tad gobsmacked, but he saw the dismay in my eyes. After filling him
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912124
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Sixteen hundred hens / suffocated / during the collection
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91210
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Watch the moon hang with methough miles and miles apart.Over sea and rock and railwaysforever in my heart.
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91221
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When gratitude on lovers' lips rings false/ As flattery by courtly sycophants,/ Take care to well distinguish gold from dross/ So as to gild gladder remembrances.
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91294
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91253
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Communism
Capitalism
Gism or Gysm, either way
Avoid anything with an Ism
Catholicism
Botulism
Socialism
Skepticism
If its got an Ism in it
Avoid it, okay?
(Advice for our newborn daughter)
Avoidalism is okay
Though
So you c
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91242
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I feel I am, in fact,/
the dimmest and least wise/
man on earth.
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91200
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How long to make something pretty?
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91221
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He'd hug us against our wishes when we tried to get a better look at his cart, his odor a mix of sweet and sour and stink.
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91100
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Everybody was out on the deck and you could feel the deck swaying a little with the weight of all the people. There was loud music inside but it was too hot and nobody was dancing and they were all out on the deck. Lisa was out there and either she would not…
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91100
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My guy was Croatian. I sought an Italian.
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91185
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I felt that love could
not be paid for or else could
never be paid for enough.
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91100
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This is the keeper's pattern. Each time he continues his search, he reaches out through his gaze for an invisible line, wishing to touch it if only with his eyes. Each time he feels himself drawing near quiet panic sets in, eyes downcast until the threat
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91100
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I like you,But I don'tLove youAnd that bitchDon't love youEitherWhy don't you loveMe?I only love my sonWhat do you hate About me?I hate your nervousnessLack of confidence,I hate your glasses,U asked too many QuestionsReally?Yeah, reallyWhat do like about me?I like…
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91156
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It all felt so tentative, he thought. The whole set up. Running water. Electricity. A vast network of instant communication. Food in all the stores. It was the latter that gave him the most concern. He'd never really been hungry. Even in his poorest days, in his early…
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91120
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We used to find ourselves watching a World War II documentary, but from the periphery of our vision; because our tongues would be swishing against each other, and we’d be breathing each other’s wind; and we wouldn’t be as in to it as we used to but we wou
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91120
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when the jewels weren't on his head; they were in his eyes.
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91100
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It comes to him in the night. When he's lying there, staring at the ceiling. The shadows dance on the white paint, forming into monsters that get you when you sleep. The moon hangs low in the sky, dancing with the stars in a ballet that lost all movement
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91111
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Miranda laughed. The cream of the retail industry laughed...
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91111
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“I don't want to talk about this right now.” “Oh you don't want to…
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91193
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Can anyone remember what the Great American dream was?
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