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Can you remember now? How we could each disappear completely, connected despite fault lines. . . .
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75944
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Milton Berle bought a hot dog at the Stucky's snack bar once. True. I wasn't there, but I believe it.
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75900
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A tattered bird had a made a tomb in tepid water, it was a puddle near the framework of a half-built room— but the soul's a swerving tunnel and the dead are waiting at the end: all sorts of animals huddled at the fringe where littered pine needles stand and creep…
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75921
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75811
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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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75863
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c'mon honey let's go get stoned
the night is falling
where did you say we were going?
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75843
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From decade to decade, editorial opinion swings and sways as to whether the fault of volubility resides chiefly with the practitioner or with the lawless company he keeps.
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7581816
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My job was take the falls, act the dope, finish at the wrong end of the slap stick for the blow off. I was Auguste, the fool; I drove the clown car.
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758116
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" If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stomping on a human face--forever." 1984, George Orwell
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75831
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Who will plume the chicken?
Who tend
the little flower
of the soft person?
Who steal the pea out
from under the bank
while you’re holding it up?
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758117
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She who is not a widow had once listened to the river repeat its story.
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75810
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At two AM I went to bed, and the mill shut down shortly after. The silence jerked me out of sleep so fast I almost screamed. Choking and sweating, I lay there and tried to figure out why I was so scared. And then I realized: for the first time in half a y
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75600
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What shall stain the page with metaphorical wisdom? Words fell short of intention, displaying only a faux interpretation of ultimate meaning. They drifted in and out, and he struggled to coerce their conformity to…
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75677
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The monkey did not live for long. He’d lost interest in the stuffed dog pretty much right away. The farther away the shuttle, the more garbled and fanciful the sign language the monkey had been taught became.
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75611
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I have things that I should do
but I will lie abed with you
in homage to our deaths last night.
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75600
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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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75631
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If in the course of a discussion of improvements someone says: “I have no idea” in a particular way at a particular moment, “I have no idea” will migrate and soon lots of people will find themselves saying “I have no idea” again and again without knowing
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75600
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Sure I dress funny sometimes, but I have an excuse–I don’t give a shit.
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75531
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Everything sensed is a drop of experience in the cosmos. Writing brings on the rain.
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75533
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75554
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An impromptu anniversary weekend up the coast.Our hotel was parallel with the highway, which was parallel with the aforementioned bench, which was parallel with a footpath, which was parallel with the shore, which was slowly eroded by the Pacific. He was sitting on the…
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75520
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I don’t know how the nights can be so long when life is so short. Can you tell me that?
I always thought you were maybe fooling around a bit when we met, with that evasive bull about your initials on that brandy snifter, with that JAM person! I ju
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75542
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Some tough young punk with dreadlocks
Was walking down the sidewalk while texting
And got frightened when he was buzzed
By a hummingbird
Saying “oh shit”
He ducked, but then looked all around
To make sure no one saw him
Of course, I wa
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75530
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Oh, no!
the lobster’s still alive
staring out at us
from the freezer
at the fish shop
sitting on top
of the other dead fish
and ice
its large claws taped shut
with orange rubber
bands
one eye stalk
moving occasionally
wonde
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75421
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Just an abnormal visit to the post office.
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75485
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I'm on my way to work the Saturday night dinner shift at Slug's
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75420
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When one hears the siren call of artsy high school love, there’s not much one can do except go ahead and crash on the rocks, sending incense sticks and candles flying.
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75421
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(it) looks out at the world
from behind a film
(it) does not participate
(it) is slow to love
. . .
There is the image
And they say they are
in the world
. . .
Blood does not
shake their hearts
They lie and
take your s
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75421
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75421
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A couple, an unlikely match, came together for a brief interlude of time. It was marked, almost a kind of bar code; beginning, middle and almost end. Almost end was not "the" end because it was seemingly fated that they continue the journey through life, if not together, at…
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