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In the mirror an owl staring you in the face once again,/a fraught fragment of life’s puzzle. But you pretend it’s. . . .
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Sleeping at home gives an inkling's idea,of absent last abstractions. Muses surf unknown unknowns, through keyways of sidewalk approaches.And manifold techniques frame afoul light's fated But ultimate demise.When once of…
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The vibration of my cell phone on the nightstand shakes my brain awake. It always does. These are the times it bothers me most. When I am in that deep sleep. The kind of sleep you fall in, after you wake up the first time and then roll back over in the early…
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By the end of my Saturday night shift at the Oyster Bar I look like some kind of filthy nurse
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“So, I’m watching the feed from Garowe and, by Allah, there’s a picture of Mohamed Guled, I can’t believe it, with a rocket launcher.
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I'd rather slit my wrists with a Triscuit...
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95000
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Best not look. But the children would.
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95011
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95021
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Amir was a ghost, and he was terrible at it. No one had taught him how to be a ghost. There was no orientation, no welcome packet, no handbook. Ghosts started in limbo with only a name, and nothing else.
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95033
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We were at Fox River and I was in the dark water, swimming naked beside Rick DeMille, with my light skin glowing as we swam up behind you and Sharon in your dad’s ski boat sitting silent in the water.
And I could hear her whimpering, “Oh, Jesus!” when
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Addictive plants... attractive dancing...
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95043
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Let's go now with those precisely marching shiny cloud band members, so eagerly clanging their golden sleeves togetherover there in the valley of new light, for instance. They can lift wholeoceans up, like baby children, for a seriesof smooches, all of…
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95000
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When I come to we are by the lake
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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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Talk about the Nutcracker–my nuts are cracking from the cold cause it’s freezin’ out here! But a guy’s gotta make a buck, and scalpin’ ballet tickets in sub-zero weather pays the bills.
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95000
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"...only images
I can know,"
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94900
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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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94933
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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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94900
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If there were a time and a placefor meaningless, purposeless meandering,useless content that goes nowhere, without pretension or intent,filigree and ornament.Something to while away the hours,waiting for the dependencies of life,the requirements and the directionsof…
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94943
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We shut the door of her new apartment while Andy went back down to the car for one last load. Terry went into the bathroom and pissed blue. Blue, for God’s sake! Some pills she was taking. But she came back into the living room completely naked and pulled
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I knew this woman would come up eventually. She used to wait on us at Villa Nova, while a bunch of us sat drinking
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94941
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Was it only for the vast dance of the darling soul, that you were born? Not to give up your genetics? Made for the use of the future, were you? I should have known. I heard the wind that swirled within you, even then, when we were so young.
You were
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Michael had become quite accustomed to his morning routine. He woke at seven, made his coffee, and stepped onto the front porch with a steaming cup and a fresh cigarette.
He sat there for ten minutes or so, watching the neighborhood prepare for their d
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There's a boarded up Chevron a few blocks down the street from where I used to live. I still pass it every now and again as I'm going to and from jobs. When I lived in the area, which was about three years ago, there was this one red-headed female gas jockey that seemed to…
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94810
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*a drunk amid worldly boundaries*
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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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The light is always on in reality
The Gelatinous Mass is not something made up
By the Catholic Church
And even though a small deer may have come to the side of the road once
To lick the salt from your wounds
There will definitely be cheap fish
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I felt I should write a song
To tell you what you meant to me
Something I needed to find inside
That surprised even me
I was blinded by myself
And couldn’t see that well
What did I do to deserve you?
I never knew
I’d been through h
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Check the sweet lunar springs that we are still bathing in. The swelling in the genitals there. Check to make sure we are ripe, and in season. It’s our way of being willing, strong under the sweet icy waters, with that fertility that is derived from you
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