1008 4 3
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What if it was all cut and calculated.
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100841
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5. To hate one's race is always overrated;We built fair cities where there were no huts.The Frankfurt School should all have been castrated,And strung up by a noose made of their guts.Marcuse, you have caused the death of Europe,With Gramsci, Adorno, Freud and all…
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100833
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Then there was the time I splurged, hoping a higher-priced phone might keep me from slamming it against the wall.
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100711
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a poem that unwrapped itself so casually I tucked it under my tongue, just to make sure
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10071315
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100744
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living in the cross current lawn-care worlds don't give a whit about the so called deeper things. They don't have to scrape and you can't make them go to the river to see a sunset. They've got all their bonafide luxuries in a smart little…
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100700
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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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100710
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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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100710
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On the train, with a bag full of books, All by the same person. That's what writing is. With each shudder bump my Head lags behind, and my eyes follow While the wandering shaky straight line Moves…
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100700
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I didn't much care for the graveyard anymore now that so many people I knew where layin' in it.
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1007135
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My sacred boxes contained this information.
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100600
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It was Christmas Eve. Time for the ghost to visit. Just one ghost in this story. The ghost of a Christmas past. Just one Christmas for just one ghost.He looked out the window. Under the distant streetlight the snow was falling. He turned on his porch light. …
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100600
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I have sat aside and entertained the coveted feelings of what was not in my hands. Only briefly, a moment shared of hidden secrets and joy. But of and between us, I cannot say that this moment is a considerable spur-still I desire…
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100676
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Marcel Proust had never been to a big-box store before. He was dazzled by the sheer size and scope of the store and the seeming impassivity of the shoppers. So many products, so many shelves, such strangely intriguing examples of the human condition. The people seemed…
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100642
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It was Saturday morning."The coffee maker is not ready yet," said one of the old men. Like the present company, his form was swollen with mismatched layers of cold weather wear.It was a white room with a dozen men, three couches, and a large screen television flickering…
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100632
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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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100643
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He dreams again of ocean devoid of shore
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100620
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when the jewels weren't on his head; they were in his eyes.
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100674
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"[A]ppointed an official supplier of watches for the Ministry of Defence of the Soviet Union in 1965."
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100676
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If she weaves words that are true enough
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100633
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I am not
a Road Scholar,
ladies & gentlemen,
though I’ve been
On the Road
more than once.
Do not mistake me
for a bum.
I am not a hobo,
homeless or otherwise,
in this life
or any other,
I am not a bum,
I insist.
But I d
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100585
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David: Glad you made it. It’s been ages since we've had a cuppa.
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100543
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The bum had abandoned
More than half of his rich
Chocolate cake
In the bottom of the shopping cart
The wording on the top of the cake read
"Happy Birthday Doug"
But it also read
"From Doug"
Either he was too full
To eat his own words
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100542
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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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100564
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Her tits were perfect
But came with a white picket fence
Around them
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100510
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100531
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“Madras shorts with those candy-ass Brooks Brothers shirts? If you wear stripes with plaids, you’ll look like a TV test pattern.”
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100562
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His beard is an eighteenth-century forest / in south central France
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100511
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a sixteen year old girl
Denim
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100553
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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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