739 7 6
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B: Write a short story about men for the gym teacher. Write a candle for the century.
A: How do I end it?
B: Write a synopsis.
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73941
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Bum on a Parisian stoop begging
with his big Jackson Pollack
bare head in the rain
The water running in streaks
all over his brain
Reminding him of a painting
He once thought of
Keep going, you’re coming back
again. Get out of the car wrec
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7391611
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On Monday, May 7, 2018, at the age of 67, I had a stroke.
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73831
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It happened almost overnight. There were long lines of cars at every filling station. There was anger, open hostility. Cars were backing into one another in line, trying to jockey for position. I don't think anyone could believe this was really happening
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73832
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My grandfather’s soul
And his infinite high-pitched laughter
Intervene
And the alcohol that
Brought him closer to heaven
But that wreaked havoc
Among his family
And my father
Washes down the gullies of the
Future
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73820
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The sand was covered with shards of mirror glass, which reflected the bright sun in myriads of twinkling daylight stars.
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73800
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I stayed by the idiot king in his box, never ranging far, never letting the box out of my sight.
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73821
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“You’re just like me,” she said, as dawn was breaking. “You like sex.”
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73811
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The waves assisted in pushing him forward, until he reached the dry sand. He saw a small resort town ahead. The lights were out in the businesses and homes.
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73822
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7381312
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The little Lady and I drove down to New Orleans to take in the Mardi Gras festivities we’d read so much about.
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73810
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What they used to do is hide in the cupboard, and would suddenly acquire the philosophy of “whatever happens happens,” so that they would finally find themselves grabbing each other's body parts in wanton excess until they both explode under the weight of their…
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73700
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I had committed the perfect crime, and I had left nothing to chance; my best strategy was chancing nothing. Prudence and planning were my only allies, and these are the best allies of success. Usually.
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7371211
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737105
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[T]he Thwaites Glacier . . . still exists as of August 2021, though probably with at least five hundred and twenty fewer gigatons of ice mass than in August 2011.
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7371110
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The last thing I remember is falling below the water, lungs filling with liquid.
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73786
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Yet tenderness resided here
among the canvases,
the tubes of paint, brushes, and candle wax;
the splatters of discarded ideas.
We made love the way people said prayers
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73742
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Yellow glioblastoma in a vegetable brain-stem..Gentlemen, I give to you the cauliflower.
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73765
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I can walk among words, Scatter them like birds, to compose two thirds of a poem, when they settle on nearby wires, in an order inspiring wonder. What do they think, when I scatter them asunder. Bring them disarray, Shape them to a…
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737107
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His self-assurance says/
he’s practiced in the art/
of self-deception
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73731
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Everywhere fear binds the elements
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73620
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Terry marked each spot where we did it with a red “X” on this map she had taken from my dad's gas station. In those days gas stations gave out maps for free.
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73621
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73633
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“Can I get apple juice and milk?” “Yes.” “And a chocolate shake?” “Will you finish all that and your food?” “Probably not.” “Still yes. Get whatever you want.” The waitress took the order. Along…
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73500
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I, Henry J. Worthmore, Jr., being of sound mind and failing health in my 73rd year do hereby set down in words this final and irrefutable disposal of all my worldly goods.
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73565
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Prospero's in his cell and I'm in mine.
He drowns his books, I'm drowning in mine.
He exercises his power–I'm powerless to exercise.
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735128
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Scraping the baked on Bar B Q sauce from the grabbing ends of the stainless steel tongs has my total attention.
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73598
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When they talk, they put their hands
like a cup around their mouth
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73511
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I must pause in his discourse to step outside and relieve myself...
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735135
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My sacred boxes contained this information.
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