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Naked chest, Naked nipples...
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96311
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Forgetting fractures her body into a vast flower of fragments
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96200
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If the little buildings had hair the hair was as if sleeked back some and also flaxen from the sun. Men walked past there and of course women also all in the requisite wear of the world. We dashed felt pens on curb-sides writing our names in the world and way in behind…
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96200
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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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96223
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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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96200
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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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96200
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If you don't want to die, go fetch me a pie
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96241
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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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96295
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M. CALLAGHAN: I’ve got a lot on my mind. You’re drunk, aren’t you?
COL. MORD: Good idea!
DEATH: Well, there is no shame in that.
J. KIDDING: Everyone suffers. Can you lend me your cat?
T. BURKULAR: I don’t know, sir. I don’t follow political issues .
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961206
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...the bulk of poets are amateurs.
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96132
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It seems the law of gravity will exert its influence even in such mundane matters as the afternoon rush hour.
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96145
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Ninety-nine to one
would seem good odds
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96120
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when the jewels weren't on his head; they were in his eyes.
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96142
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Wound up taking smiling lessons
Six days in a row
But they didn’t take
All the people in my class
They were so fake
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96153
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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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96021
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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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96001
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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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96021
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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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96064
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Her tits were perfect
But came with a white picket fence
Around them
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96055
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"Where've you been?" the image in the mirror asked. "I haven't seen you since yesterday," she said.
"Yeah, I miss you too," he said.
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96011
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“So, vot you think?” Vladimir asked us. “You want to come see these paintings? This is once in lifetime chance. Not many left who know about these. And I know where they are.”
All the while he kept looking around to make sure nobody was eavesdroppin
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96000
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I feel like I can never possibly amount to all of the impossible feats I want to. Therefore, I must try and discover all that I can in the time that I have. Time is allotted from our beginnings. Theories about where we begin are disastrously…
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95900
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Nothing is what was wrong when I asked.
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95933
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Pieces that said shrug a shrug and then another and one to right with the eyes that squint and one to left with rhythm that never left. And piece after piece, after piece they stich themselves, née weave a tapestry that is the dance your very walk swayed
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95931
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On-air personalities inflate a balloon Trump head to the point of bursting.
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95900
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95900
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Rise, Awake and Sing“Your dead shall live, their corpses shall rise; awake and sing, you who lie in the dust”(Isaiah 26:19)A medieval town where nothing stands straight,where Kafka sat, slept, ate. Where timereads backwards on a Hebrew clock and a Golemwaits in…
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95810
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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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95811
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“I don't want to talk about this right now.” “Oh you don't want to…
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95876
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I try to keep myself from weeping.
We are all actors in a bad dream,
that doesn’t go away in the morning
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