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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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98500
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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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98520
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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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98454
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Sitting on the surface of it, near the entrance to its sex,
A tiny child sitting up, the flower enormous,
The child sitting in the white light
That is almost granular.
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98432
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The blond hair lifts slightly on the skin of my arms. In my mind I am nodding, listening to you in your bedroom as you read to me from your poems. The veins along my arms standing up interestingly. I probably have small breasts, yes. I look up, searchin
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98330
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A salesman, a born salesman like my brother, is always and only involved in the Moment, and it is the sale itself that is at the heart of the moment, and my brother Harris was really at the top of his form as a salesman. It can probably best be said, th
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98332
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Flu Fighters
Hood Ornament
Good Hydration
Jacques Strappe
Tar and Feathers
Bad Oyster Band
Mysterian and the Skid Marks
Nimble Candle and the Streakers
Uniball and the Supporters
The Skinny
Rubber Band
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Tuesday Night at The Shop and Shoot Damn, I look good,” Damian says as he checks himself out in the mirror in the locker …
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I, like Sara, am the last of my kind still activated. I am a Machine of Loving Grace.
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98300
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He always felt safe with a gun in his hands. Back home anyway. Russ was from a rural part of South Carolina. A place where you could brush the humidity away from your face with your hand and drink down sweet tea in glasses so big, it cooled your toes. He was not…
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Two girls in vests hogtied his ankles and wrists with a severed lamp cord and barbed wire, spun him dizzy around the room.
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I'm complex. You're complex. We're all complex.Who gives a shit? Man's fallen and he can't get up.I consulted Jacques the Atheist for advice: he toldme to beat it. "But I lack the proper stigma!" I cried.Once a month, I volunteer at the dressage parlor.On Tuesdays, I…
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After the Cooking Club and Sayako formerly introduced themselves, they all stood before the sisters, listening to their story. Ren took a puff of his pipe as Ayane pressed her hand over her chest and Sayako took short breaths as her heart raced.
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Researchers have successfully used Viagra, the male erectile dysfunction drug, to treat jet lag in hamsters. Reuters
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A 3.8 magnatude earthquake ravages Chicago suburbs.
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98221
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"you have plastic in you"
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John 1.46 "Berkeley! Can anything good come from there?" Bilbo asked. "Come and see," said the ring.
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The chairman ushers Ted Turner into the dining room on the pretext that a prime cut of a young left-handed pitcher who lost his fastball is about to be carved at a buffet.
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Granny says Jesus works quiet and curious but mama leaving with the UPS man weren’t no great mystery.
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981106
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I lack the intellect, discipline,
and faith in anything
but our ultimate erasure.
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98111
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"chemical", love is/as long as saccharine is/served in coffees sweet . . .
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98022
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Smooth slope-topped plateaus Turn liquid as latex, With ridgelines of pearls That separate and run At the rigidly textured Patterned wafercone. Edible scepter, Its liquefying cap Is strictly temporary And mostly…
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98042
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Yellow glioblastoma in a vegetable brain-stem..Gentlemen, I give to you the cauliflower.
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98020
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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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The vibrations gave her a real charge. It works dressed or undressed.
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I caught sight of him standing near the nails.
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All the lights of Rekyjavik...
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Highway Z's white lines turned to dots in the rearview mirror as the needle crept toward one hundred. Buco horsehide warded off the cool night air as the car raced over freshly paved blacktop. Al's smile was as loud as the coup's roar that shattered the calm…
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