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A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs.
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111565
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That was the year I got my Daisy bee-bee gun for Christmas....
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111531
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Last time I heard from you, you had been smoking crack with a hooker in the doorway of city hall
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111521
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She was asked: “What would it mean to be in a great earthquake to you?”
She said: “It would mean that I might never see him again.”
Then she panicked. She came to me and said: “Do you mind riding in the other car? I have to ride in the same car wi
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111500
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Every retailer within my five mile containment zone is consumed with my convenience. It is incredibly comforting, this suburban fixation with access, proximity, speed, and ubiquity. If Marx were hanging out in American subdivisions today, he would likely
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111532
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“Your family, that family is crazy, everyone of them hush hush, tweet tweet, a little screw loose – or a bird, what kind of bird they got there?”
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1114129
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Who does that besides Kafka,
Arreola, and Steven Wright?
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111454
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111400
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From the parking lot to the stadiumdown town waiting for the crossinglightthere are a few others in jerseys but not manywe are too early for that.Desert gravel crunching scuffle of canvas shoeskicking granitehop along wobble steps and I turn to seewho's off the…
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111443
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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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111400
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The windows aren't open because they are closed for winter, but Cha doesn't care. She stares through them while I stare at her.
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111400
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To be fair, I have to say I learned things from Lisa, certain things about sex and how to use my body effectively, to use what I had to the best effect, though it probably would have been true to say that about any girl who might have been the first girl
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111441
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Shame must search the soul, broken, original, with its primitive juices stirred. Moved until now only by the musk, only the stroll you lived with, the worry, the sorrow, the drama – may I never conceal or recover from it!
Yes, I might beg or steal the
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111320
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The longer this goes on the worse it gets.
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111300
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I was still on track to be your average American with a six inch dick and a pair of sneakers.
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111310
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Some things are said.
Others, never.
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111323
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In the beginning there was salt.
God licked the salt and said it was
Good. Then there was light.
And then chocolate.
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111300
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First of all, you should know an unstoppable fire made my panties roar for you. Maybe you will come to understand what effect you had on my life, my whole life, I mean. You should know the effect you had on people. Me, and Sharon too, both. And I’m sure
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111311
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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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111244
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A short sonnet for my sweetheart's birthday.
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111222
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We’re safe as houses/
and unmoved. We grow/
accustomed to the sound
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111222
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We all have our place
But it’s always there, isn’t it
Streaming throughout our lives
The light of the face
Where most of the soul comes to rest
We see it best when the hard wind blows
Cause in the course of events
The wind will know our
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111255
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She’s an old soul who was
scattered to the winds
like a thousand butterflies
and a moth
She has no center
and flits from event to event
and can’t miss out on
a thing, because crikey,
what if she missed something
important?
And the m
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111230
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I prowl. You prowl. We all prowl.
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111200
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....sucking my blood
kind of draws the line.
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1111206
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...the bulk of poets are amateurs.
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111100
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Hello, I am Enè Ioh, I have come to to tell you a story that takes place within the place. I start at the place; I go to the place. Here we are, at the place. I am now at the place. I know what I say is of no consequence and I will be killed for it. It means so…
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111142
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The Pope is too busy shopping for clothes to control your brain.
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111165
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It was the early 80's My students carried / guns.
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111144
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Hanging out at the
Imaginary Friends Café
with all my imaginary friends,
poets, itinerant musicians, etc.
Writing close to nothing.
Can’t finish a thought,
so I’m composing a book called
“Not Quite Haiku,”
which is unfini
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