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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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96721
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Your wandering kisses entered my soul
Then my flesh, then my holes
You filled them all
Like a Norwegian hall
Like a Swedish sailor
Drunk with ale
You fell inside me
And you’re falling still
It was a thrill
I can’t sit still
I got a chi
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96722
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Living dangerously,
I left my house with no glasses,
no umbrella.
I also forgot my straw hat,
no purple dye for my gray hair,
my map of the world to come,
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96743
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Someone has locked themselves in the large stall
They’re smoking one cigarette after another
And pulling long stretches of toilet paper off the rolls
God only knows for what purpose
And yelling for anyone who’s outside the stall
To go get them
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96721
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RE: The big stuff: We don’t know
RE: The small stuff:
Half of what you believe is true
but you will never know which half
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96711
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this disc barely spins the jangle of spurs/how long does one revolution take?
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96713
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"Find the part where you need closure." said She.
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96700
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He was sitting in the library, slipping the pistachios nuts between his wet lips.
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96632
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I feel more like sprouts than cucumbers. Oh, hey. Icame here to tell you something you already know, butmaybe can't remember. Or maybe it's me who is rememberingsomething I meant to say, but didn't. Oh, hey. There's alfalfa and mung bean. I love those skinny little…
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96620
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Hoverboard plate glass of being upon within, splay palsy mothership. Sparks drift from beneath crouched workman's butt in front of a building that was ours last week. Tents with eclectic offerings pitched along thoroughfares winding through neighborhoods under dim…
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96611
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96686
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IThe squirrels danced in the trees.They leapt from branch to limbto the struck down tree trunk,thick with bark.The creek was overfilled.Lightning had lasted for days."Just one more day,"she told herself"Just one more day,"before the sun comes out again.The lightning had…
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96522
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We were busy painting pictures of False Hope
on the face of Reality.
Tattoos really.
But they faded with time.
And I now know this:
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.
I saw an older writer in a slouched-down Fedora,
gray beard and long sc
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965138
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Shhhh, my husband is trying to write...
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96500
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Oh, yeah, that's me, the girl in the blue dress, the girl with short blond hair. Slight smile occasionally passing over her face, sitting at the café table, waiting patiently for the semi-famous rock star to show and buy a house. Brown and sea-green
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96533
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Wasn’t that you
Giving me the finger
Or was it just
A dead ringer
For the finger of love?
Finger of love
Finger of love
Did you find someone’s dog do
On your doorstep last night
Something didn’t smell right
In the middle of the night
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96531
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My mom said, “Carol, why are you laughing?”
And I said, “I just saw my last boyfriend and his wife, who got married six months after we broke up, and it’s funny. I mean, I just saw them. They’re in town visiting from California.”
And my mom said, “C
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96442
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We were fleeing hurricane Katrina. We stopped somewhere in Texas at a roadside diner, but found a sign that said it was closed. We were so hungry. All of a sudden as we sat there in our car, the shop's owner knocked on the window and asked what he could g
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96444
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96443
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I nudged my old man's boot from the coffee table and picked up beer cans. The boots were chewed-up and he still wore the shirt with his name, but he'd retired. There were little burn holes in it from welding and smoking. I emptied the mound of Lucky Strikes. He talked in…
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96422
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I’m wearied with these tired Potemkin façades / these elaborate gates for alleys all blind / worn out with walking into dead ends each time.
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96454
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The Eleven Best of Darryl Price, as chosen by Brian W.,dishwasher, music aficionado, tattoo historian,and poetry lover(off the grid but not off the griddle): 1. What I Find 2. The…
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96486
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There will be no more internal birds like singing clocks, not like the lovely ones I know and still look forward to hearing, ringing like little bells in the church y belfry of the newly sprouting mornings to come, not unless the birds…
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96442
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dreaming in my cartoon life
the car lifts its legs
a hundred feet in the air
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96441
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The mind likes logic, but the heart loves chaos. The light is always on in Reality, isn’t it? Maybe I sought you out to make sense of my life, I don’t know. Maybe I wanted some sense that you were still how I remembered you (at least a little of you tha
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96334
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“Just how many different bipeds try to hide their nakedness?” “Only one. And that'd be us, idiot.”, Twinkle responded. “Then, why don't we mind showing certain parts of our bodies?”, she then asked. Twinkle could see it was going to be…
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96322
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We’re lost in a brambly aberration,
thorny tangles of a wacky nation.
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96300
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Before I could reach the physical bar,
four rounds of shots were fired.
Desperately, little boys spooged ounces about in every direction.
They only knew one form of celebration,
mating ritual roulette.
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96300
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"You have to be careful you don’t come off sounding like you’re not a good sport, cause good sportsmanship is the most important thing to remember when you’re a cheerleader."
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96343
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Thus does time fly and we with it.
Because time flies on the cosmic scale, curious things inevitably occur in local circumstances.
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