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Holden Caulfield starts a band call Crummy
He’s jumping around the stage swearing at everything, every damned thing
in his oversized raincoat that he never ever takes off for any reason
including when there’s the slightest possibility of having sex
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Licking bowl and spoon taste and foretaste follow.
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A.The poem of rational progression is dulling.Make the leap. Go beyond juxtaposition to collision.We like poetry that does double duty, triple duty, quadruple duty. We like poetry that mixes the grit, poetry that has the texture of complexity.Reason asserts an…
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76155
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The phenomena of this water
formed the first definite link
in that vast chain of apparent miracles
with which I was destined
to be at length encircled.
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76174
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If people were more loyal to me we wouldn't be having all these problems.
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76053
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—but neither Lenin’s serenity nor Voron’s could last for long!
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76000
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Maybe love shouldn't exist
. . .
If we follow this notion
there is no great need
Where does it come from,
this great need?
. . .
If (it) is in the blood
how do they get it out?
If not,
where is it
If they do not allow
thought
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76000
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He reaches towards the single, tall glass on the table between them and picks it up; ice cubes chatter merrily. He takes a sip and smiles.
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76030
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The world of jazz resembles the Elizabethan stage: bare, unadorned sets, little of what is performed is reduced to writing, no, or hardly any women.
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75900
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As I filled up today casually watching what I took to be the start of a fight on pump three, I never thought that this nearly full tank would be taking me to catch you before you leave.So don't worry, because I know you do, I've got more than enough, a nearly full tank, to…
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Can you remember now? How we could each disappear completely, connected despite fault lines. . . .
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75921
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You’ll end bar-hopping once and for all
You’ll never leave the house
Steve took this one with him to the grave
because he knew nerds everywhere would stop speaking to him
Yes, that’s right, it’s the magnificent new I-Penis
with built-in 10 m
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75944
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I rang the doorbell. Claire opened the door, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I opened my arms to give her a big hug. She stiffened and pulled away. Stunned, my lips parted, but I couldn’t think of a single word to say.
Ideal, Phillis. ”Broken”, Pure
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or Hamlet,Great Denmark"No good can come out of this house of Berkeley, not ever, not to strut the great book of the world, or for any other discreet purpose." - the Upanishads "What is guile? Who is this Hamlet? Where smarts wounded Denmark? I need…
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75944
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I charm as any stone-sculpted dream: / men grind themselves to dust on my breasts / in solitude poets spill and spew /
enraptured of my adamant clay.
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75810
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I was meant to stroke, touch, handle the union of love, the egg, the ova with desire. Hurling the self forward so you could handle the semi-virgin loaf with your four flowered gloves, your soft kid gloves, and deprive the night, thank God, of its natural
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75843
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You tell its approach soon as veal resists both knife and fork, quick neutrinos land in internet ruby climes.
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75853
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If I have not heard of it it doesn't matter. My hearing is a life force.
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75861
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When collapse is a wave that curls the floor under itself I give myself to it
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758158
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angels and lambs
drunkards and whores
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75710
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TW: Self-harm. I wanted to write a mental health essay that wasn't all rah! rah! and with as little sentimentality as possible. Out of everything I've published, I've gotten the most feedback from this--people telling me it helped them understand a loved one better, etc.…
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75711
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Barred from hotel bars and restaurants because you drank too much,
you won the prizes but seemed to disdain the people who gave them.
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75742
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"Ben! Ben!" yelled Monique. "Did you hear me?"
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75721
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...to know they are not alone
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75610
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When informed that the returning celebrity is not Gary Puckett but Bob Dylan, the world-renowned singer-songwriter, Sklarski draws a blank. “Never heard of him,” he says as he takes off in his pick-up truck.
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“Why don’t you dump Mr. Fitness here and give one of us a chance?” a mouse says.
“I wouldn’t fuck you for practice,” she says sharply.
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75500
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Sure I dress funny sometimes, but I have an excuse–I don’t give a shit.
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