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Uproot everything, a muddy hole when done
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111184
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Back then he raced, grinding gears and skimming the edges of death.
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111030
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- Of or relating to dreams
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111021
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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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111055
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Wait for it. It's not the end of the world, it's the end of certain things. It's not that the sky is falling, it's that the coral reefs are dead or dying. I don't know how the ravaged trees have managed to survive this long with us breathing…
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111021
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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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111020
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And then, like all those nights before, she just fell asleep seducing me.
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110963
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110930
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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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110944
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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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110900
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The paper
in his typewriter
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11091510
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Once a psychologist told me a story
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110900
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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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110953
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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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110800
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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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110862
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Somewhere in the tenth dimension
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110833
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Bite an apple and watch them come,
God only knows wherefrom.
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110833
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“the calendar of my future was in there!”/
yes: all tomorrows belong to the dead cats,/
their decisions relinquish one day per day.
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110821
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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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110842
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the echo of the hull's first contact with the water will pull the past through the present and the present into the past.
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110801
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110853
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the continuous racket, a buzz saw trumpet
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110800
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How long to make something pretty?
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110844
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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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1107910
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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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110782
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With furrowed brow, he took the plastic stems and began to beat the blossom ends
against the black brick wall.
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110700
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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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110765
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Donna and I get out of the car...
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110753
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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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110753
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A thrum of imminent sentience-
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