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no matter where we sit or how we stare— / all parades now march away to one day.
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109600
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If you don't want to die, go fetch me a pie
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109631
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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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109600
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How long to make something pretty?
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109643
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What if it was all cut and calculated.
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109533
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Bite an apple and watch them come,
God only knows wherefrom.
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109555
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"A man's soul or lack of it will be evident with what he can carve upon a white sheet of paper."--Charles BukowskiBone We built a secret road and rolled it into a crumpled ball and pushed it deep into an empty wine bottleAnd dropped it into the laughing ocean for much,…
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109540
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Has anyone reached inside your eyes lately? Has anyone searched for your soul as it floated near the ceiling of the past? Has anyone told you they needed you to touch them, to lie down beside them and breathe, just breathe, and live wherever it is that ma
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109551
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The irony is that Smart's work of self-abnegation has surpassed that of her erotic master; George Barker is largely forgotten now, while the reputation of Smart's one work of genius seems secure.
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109553
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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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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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109433
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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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109444
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I was sitting in Prague
having breakfast on 9/11
near the Astronomical Clock
while the world was bombing ISIS
the sons of ex-Nazis
sitting at a table nearby
and old apparatchiks
leisurely eating sausages
while the world took a moment
to
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109400
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Uproot everything, a muddy hole when done
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109373
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No harp now hails, / no wood sings mirth, no good hawk / swoops through the hall, no swift steed / paws dirt in the castle-yard. Woeful death / has emptied earth of an ancient race.
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109362
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Somewhere in the tenth dimension
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1093910
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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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109311
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“I come from a long line of Toad Kings,” Huckleberry said, “and we never back down from a bet.”Phyllis, a great white heron, lowered her long white neck so she could get a better look into her friend's golden eyes.“I just think you…
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109311
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Patio Joe, 55 and constantly smelling of swill, got his name because he sold and stocked patio furniture at the neighborhood Kmart. With his pockets full of dusty rags and crushed Old Golds, he'd daydream about check out girls.But I suppose you'd have to call them check out…
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109365
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Donna and I get out of the car...
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1093155
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The trio stuffed their grilling equipment in a battered van and left for Dixieland Speedway at 4:30 am.
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109333
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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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109344
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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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109211
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109263
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109265
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I was right to fear the God of my father
He is a monster.
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109222
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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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109200
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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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109255
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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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“Hrrumph!” was almost audible as she turned/
to sniff behind the chifferobe for fresh/
green trophies.
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