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That summer I fucked Kathi R. from Wheaton, as much as I could. She called me Professor Obsessor. She was short and practically without tits, but must have had the longest arms, because she could somehow reach down around my ass while I was on top and she
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Uproot everything, a muddy hole when done
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The little butterfly struggled against the wind. As little butterflies sometimes do. Tossed and turned around by relentless, uncaring gusts. The little butterfly would make progress, but then be pushed back. Tantalizing close to where she was heading. A…
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“Hello. How are you?” “Me? I'm fine actually. Just sitting here in this little coffee shop. Sipping my coffee. I like it black, did you know that?” “Like your men?” ‘Excuse me?” “It's a joke… from…
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Back then he raced, grinding gears and skimming the edges of death.
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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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Gary wrote in beautiful brevity of this most fabled story told with strings.
Of it's breathtaking majesty and boundless power.
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peripheral dreams fall out from the head / the body squirms then burrows abed: /
“have you had a good life? you now have less! / —led a hard life instead? you soon will be gone!”
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Once a psychologist told me a story
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I was reading The Transmission of Doubt by Adi Da, and since it was just shy of five hundred pages, I had become tired and needed air. It was funny because Eglington Square Mall had only one floor and was more like a mini mall than anything, with a beer store on…
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A thrum of imminent sentience-
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It seems a little solipsistic/
but may indeed be evidence of God//
given its mystery and caprice.
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Forgive the earth that’s
got a hold on you.
Forgive the trees.
Forgive yourself,
you were
damaged goods.
Therefore,
quit looking for the
expected.
Look instead
at the unknown
as a fact.
Describe it.
Use great detail.
And
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And then, like all those nights before, she just fell asleep seducing me.
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Somewhere in the tenth dimension
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Bite an apple and watch them come,
God only knows wherefrom.
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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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I'll never forget the way you tasted that last morning that I ever saw you.The blurry eyed look on my face as I searched your bed for my tshirt, and you in a hurry because you were already late for work bending down onto the bed and grabbing my chin the…
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I needed a job. They needed a writer without humanistic moral qualms to create slogans for the Human Annihilation Project
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Subways are silver
Taxis are yellow and
Trees are green.
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a distinct hardness that translates into solidity, and a lightness that translates into beauty, and I thought I’d find you there,
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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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“Oh, where are you going to, O tow-haired rover?” Though my sight turns nowhere homeward, and my mouth's run numb, I can hear a leaflet sifting through the walls of clover; Though I stay, I ‘m going forth and o'er to Camelot, come- On a four…
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When I got out I didn't buya new suit of clothes, stepinto a bar, or bargainfor an hour with a whore.I walked from McGee Streetover to Russell and wonderedif Bus 16 still went out of its wayto loop around the traffic knotat the shopping mall. It'd drop you thereif you had…
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c'mon honey let's go get stoned
the night is falling
where did you say we were going?
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All the lights of Rekyjavik...
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A hymn for her
when his head
cocks shameless.
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The paper
in his typewriter
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The small of her back,
where the downy hair stands upright
like wheat in the summer light.
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