1043 5 3
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—but neither Lenin’s serenity nor Voron’s could last for long!
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104300
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Tony's is just a hole in the wall since most people get their sandwiches to go. There's a skinny counter, which was last wiped down during the second Clinton administration, and three tiny tables crammed into a corner.
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104322
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Here is a blank space soft and white like paper extended indefinitely.
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1043102
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Boy, it is weird out there, talking to real people!
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104321
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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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104321
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Okay, you want the truth? I was never that good with strange. It takes me awhile to warm up. And I’ve got to be attracted, somehow. Like with your eyes.
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104311
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In the morning that same girl I’d seen gave me a tangerine...
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104332
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No matter how many times
flies land on butter
they will never become
butterflies
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104300
|
I feel like I can never possibly amount to all of the impossible feats I want to. Therefore, I must try and discover all that I can in the time that I have. Time is allotted from our beginnings. Theories about where we begin are disastrously…
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104200
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Everybody was out on the deck and you could feel the deck swaying a little with the weight of all the people. There was loud music inside but it was too hot and nobody was dancing and they were all out on the deck. Lisa was out there and either she would not…
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104286
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The cicadas struck their soundsTheir ribs made a clicking drumThe sound was formed over buckling ribsvibrations sounds like a maracas bangle beatingShe sat up in a lounge chair trying to sleepThe tiny ants she found tickling her armThey crawled from some hole…
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104221
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The room is cold, like an icy bath. Enough to make Earl's testicles shrivel up in fear. He could hear the angry children outside act out a primeval play, where it sounded like bones were being slammed into rocks with clumsy small hands. The edge of the table…
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104200
|
Sunday nights weren't massive.
They were Sunday mornings that remained.
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104210
|
He leans back in the desk chair in his home office. He clicks on “Inbox” in his Gmail. He spins around in his chair. He clicks on “Inbox” again. As he spins again, he realizes how silly it is to keep clicking “Inbox” when Gmail…
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104200
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Rory, she had her top off in the water and I couldn't stop staring at her breasts, which were like my breasts in that they looked like teardrops but her collarbone was more pronounced.
|
104231
|
The only thoughts that come are old ones that are so needy they keep circling through for attention
|
104252
|
She wondered why people would spend hard-earned money on a television when they could look up at the sky for free and trace the images that had inspired poets.
|
104244
|
"Beauty is an experience, nothing else. It is not a fixed pattern or an arrangement of features. It is something felt, a glow".. --D. H. Lawrence It's not about the lasso. That's so easily dangerous,…
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104222
|
The promise felt heavy in my chest, made it difficult to breath. It was scary to set out to change something that felt so engrained into my own wiring, in my ability to survive & cope in the world.
|
104123
|
Robot telephones me today...
|
104131
|
I thought I saw you once
When you were still quite young
Surveying great beauty
Like a rain shower in the sun
And I can still hear them nearby
Those sharp voices of our youth
Shouting with pleasure in the fields
While looking at the sky
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104130
|
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.
|
104100
|
The tongue touches the lip, looking inward, remembering. The head nodding yes. Staring directly at the memory like an animal, while the crowds pass by, and occasional phrases materialize out of the air. We live and love and create. Yes we do. Otherwise,
|
104100
|
I went to NY to look for homeless ghosts and delirious minds...
|
1041105
|
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10401510
|
Once a psychologist told me a story
|
104000
|
“No!” Shouted Jon. “I don't get it!” Clarissa stared at her hands in her lap and tried not to cry. She knew it was her fault they were there. She was the one who cheated. But she could not understand why Jon wanted, no needed, to…
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104021
|
Do you mind if we cut the attack on the settlers, asked Sitting Bull. But that’s the center attraction, said Buffalo Bill. Everyone expects it. But it’s a lie, a gross misrepresentation, said Sitting Bull. I feel like I am endorsing a great fraud.
|
103911
|
He is the kind of boy that is so handsome / you already expect there is something wrong with him
|
103911
|
Twig arms,
Send me back then back again.
The skeleton of our home
Lives above the town
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