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The smell of Coppertone Suntan Lotion always brings back memories of the beach. I remember you rubbing it on my stomach and you kept moving lower and lower. I had on a bikini bottom (very daring) and you rubbed your finger all along the rim of it just a
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98200
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Light seen as sunlight through a Japanese shade
Red through many of their mouths, and often their hair
but also spots of a duller red on the back of this
gentleman's coat and the back of his head
The woman stares at him without smiling
from thre
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98141
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And there was Kathi R in the summer of 1969. She was from Wheaton. We had tons of unprotected sex that summer. She was short, almost no breasts, but man, she could reach down behind me somehow and grab my balls at precisely the right moment, and bam, ba
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98120
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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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98134
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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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98110
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The aftermath of a lady's adultery.
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98144
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So the subtle shadow settles onto perfect marble
on the floor of the ocean
when the sunlight blooms over space and time
but only in the near future
as it has always been
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98100
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“Can you imagine what we could have accomplished, if we would have just gotten all the fuckin out of the way?” says Doug Stanhope, one of my favorite comedians, and one of the most brilliant, harsh straight to point utterances, I've heard from anyoneWe…
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98133
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the space between two antelopes
is a canyon,
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98141
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as if someone had spilled a bag of perfect diamonds on the world.
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98175
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“Look them straight in the eye, keep your mouth shut unless spoken to, and make no sudden moves.”
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98065
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It was the early 80's My students carried / guns.
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98064
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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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98000
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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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98000
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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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98021
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They called him Hank. We piled in a car and drove up from Irvine to his little bungalow apartment on DeLongpre near Hollywood Blvd. for a collating party for this Mag he started with Neely called “Laugh Literary and Man the Humping Guns.” No shit, that wa
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98000
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The fluorescents above a constant hum. A hymn. The child lay on the bed as the parents worriedly hovered. Fretted and dreaded. Tubes and wires led from the broken body to machines and computers that fed and cataloged every minute detail occurring in the collapsing system.…
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98022
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Either a ruckus needs to be raised
Or a ruckus needs to be caused
I began chewing the locks of love
Off the fences and the gates
I was so outraged
At the horrible academic trash
If they had found me doing this
They would have hauled me a
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97920
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An officer appeared and told us that we were already dead. We were already ghosts. As soon as you realize this, there is nothing to fear.
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97921
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97901
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Her dad regaled me with stories of his up-from-the-bootstraps climb out of poverty on the hard-scrabble, rough-and-tumble Lower East Side of New York, where he founded the leading supplier of hyphens to writers of purple prose.
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97985
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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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97900
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and even if you feel like you're all grown up, it's still okay...
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97900
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Love is music
timed in heartbeat
move to rhythms ages old
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97910
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She's a woman who travels often. Maybe for work. Maybe for mischief. She's a "free spirit" trapped by her desire for love. But she numbs it with the warmth of a new man's touch. She leaves herself reminders that often fail her or remain inconsistent. She wants to…
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979105
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97800
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She hears me, acknowledges me. She knows I’m bound each day, unable to make my voice heard. “It’s regrettable,” she mumbles...
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97800
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1I looked through the window of the drive-thru into the customers vehicle. There, encased in a ton of metal and plastic, sat a balding, rotund man in his mid-forties with flesh that resembled cookie dough sprinkled with beads of sweat. Not only did he defy physics by…
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97800
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I heard about you in advance. You were not going into a party looking for dresses on a rat. Nor shades of blue rubber, nor symbols of hot purity. I knew what you were after, so I put myself in front of you. You could not mistake me for anything other th
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97811
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We have been down here before
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