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I walk past World Shaving Headquarters,
he surfaces again down where I turn
to return to Summer Street and
work, the daily bread and all that.
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Donna and I get out of the car...
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What I had liked about Harvard before it showed itself in psychocareerist TV appearances and lid-down disingenuous printed psychotopical drills for maintaining crass privilege was the description online of its linguistics department.
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Everybody's trying to just not get killed. Cut flowers. It's an illusion. The grand smell of our deathly beauty. They were so afraid of the ghost dance once upon a burning time that they decided on murder to get it to stop. Those were the days. That's…
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A thrum of imminent sentience-
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made of meat and born to breed
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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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Robot telephones me today...
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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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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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Besotted by an overload of scotch, Ben’s brain barely alerted him to loud knocking at his door.
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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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This was a word Celes had not ever heard before. "Ethics?"
"Ethics is… Well, let me see how to put this." He put down his fork for a moment and thought before continuing. "Ethics is the study of the form of what is right and what is wrong."
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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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Her through the phone line, a pause, a hold in her voice. Mom. The things we miss as adults, the turns of phrase, the little pauses. The in between of conversations are opportunities are avenues, five lane highways where we can be…
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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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The next/
may be the lucky one,/
undiscovered all these years.
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“... More weighty than wisdom or wealth is a little folly" (Ecclesiastes)
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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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What if it was all cut and calculated.
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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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A hymn for her
when his head
cocks shameless.
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Connecting the dots the past two weeks, I’ve concluded you’re pregnant again.
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The paper
in his typewriter
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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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“Can you imagine what we could have accomplished, if we would have just gotten all the fuckin out of the way?” says Doug Stanhope, one of my favorite comedians, and one of the most brilliant, harsh straight to point utterances, I've heard from anyoneWe…
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How long to make something pretty?
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I stabbed a man at the Blue-Buick Bar and Grill. This may not be shocking news, all things considered. The man I stabbed didn't think it was all that shocking, even while it was happening. I'd had a lot of those energy drinks -- six or seven -- even before I'd puked…
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The last time I was with Terry, she surprised me by crossing herself just before we had sex. She too had been going out with this Mario pimp, with his ski boat out on Fox River. The guy who was going around sniffing after most (if not all) of my old gir
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