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A bar of chocolate stuck in pudding
(don’t you see where this is going)
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97041
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We can imagine an escalator as being a (conveyor) belt between two different states of consciousness. On the one hand (beginning or end, depending on how you see it) the lower (or higher) level, and on the other hand a progression or pro-‘motion’ of the f
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97011
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Forgetting fractures her body into a vast flower of fragments
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96900
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Besotted by an overload of scotch, Ben’s brain barely alerted him to loud knocking at his door.
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96900
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Sunday nights weren't massive.
They were Sunday mornings that remained.
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96910
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She came out to Laguna Beach one time, and we saw each other at this party and she asked if I wanted to “ball,” as she put it. Yes, I said immediately, because I was famished and really wanted a lot of sex because I had just finished a three month project
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96911
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“I don't want to talk about this right now.” “Oh you don't want to…
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96910
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96921
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Naked chest, Naked nipples...
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96844
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A short sonnet for my sweetheart's birthday.
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96820
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when the jewels weren't on his head; they were in his eyes.
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96852
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like a reflection vanishes
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96810
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“This is when things pick up with the ‘stuffies,’” says Sergeant Jim Hampy of the Vice Squad. “They lie low during the summer, then come back when cold and flu season starts.”
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96800
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If you don't want to die, go fetch me a pie
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96853
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I've always been a sucker for a pretty face. It's unreasonable sometimes. Yesterday, in the middle of nowhere was a house that might have seen better days in the dustbowl of depression era Oklahoma. Two Australian Shepherds launched from the rickety porch. It was clear…
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96711
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As you can see, egotism forms at a young age for people who end up in this industry.
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96720
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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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96723
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And you should know, every woman smiles at a man buying flowers, because … we can imagine. We can only hope.
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96701
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967105
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"All he wants to do is watch the Hallmark Channel"
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96700
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96621
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Let’s just say I’m pissed. Indignant. Angry about living in a universe that appears to be utterly amoral.
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96632
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He’s got horns and a tail
I found him on sale
He’s got snake in his DNA
Evil in his eye
And plenty of chicken pot, chicken pot
Chicken pot pie
But he sure can play piano
With those giant lobster hands
In his ratty raccoon coat
And his
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96601
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“Kids,” I say, commiserating with my partner Bink. “You can’t live with ‘em, but you can live without ‘em.”
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96610
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He leans back in the desk chair in his home office. He clicks on “Inbox” in his Gmail. He spins around in his chair. He clicks on “Inbox” again. As he spins again, he realizes how silly it is to keep clicking “Inbox” when Gmail…
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96621
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I was at the doctor’s office
They had a poster of the Mona Lisa
and the caption underneath it read:
“Why is this woman smiling?”
Well, it wasn’t because she was over 50
and had yearly mammograms
It was because she was 20 something
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96600
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Rory, she had her top off in the water and I couldn't stop staring at her breasts, which were like my breasts in that they looked like teardrops but her collarbone was more pronounced.
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96631
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On-air personalities inflate a balloon Trump head to the point of bursting.
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96664
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Her tits were perfect
But came with a white picket fence
Around them
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96600
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Her through the phone line, a pause, a hold in her voice. Mom. The things we miss as adults, the turns of phrase, the little pauses. The in between of conversations are opportunities are avenues, five lane highways where we can be…
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