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Why, I ask myself, is a bathroom not a room?
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725114
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the mother tells her child the flashes at the horizonare fireworks, not bombs, so he will not be afraid.at night he curls by the door or else he follows her to a different place. he is quiet, then. as if he knows the secret challenge.better if he and all the others…
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72500
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“The usual,” he says, casting implicit scorn on Boston’s B–or is it C-list?–scene. “There’s a TV weatherman who’s trying to impress a hot babe at the bar with the ten-day extended forecast.”
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72342
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Scuttling on his knees now, he crossed to the other side of the boat and dropped the fish into a bucket of water. He knew what he had to do next.
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72320
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72300
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By what fictitious rib were you ever pulled out of your notorious youth, ever? Out of the early flower of your flesh, once on fire like a little vibrant reed with pure air, like a flute with wind getting up inside it?
But already there’s a lon
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72340
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But Allison was so tight, poor thing, that it was a little like having sex with a virgin every time we did it. I could never understand how she could bear so much pain. I guess it was the mixture of pleasure and pain that kept her going, or maybe she was
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72253
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"My ex Maxine claimed red wine was the healthy alcohol choice. When we were married and I still had money she drank the expensive stuff, as if drinking Chateau Montrose 2005 instead of two buck chuck made her any less of a wino. She would have been better
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72211
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I'm not a practicing angel,
ladies and gentlemen
Got these penny wings
out of boredom
I need to know
that black and grey place
inside an angel
where you bow your head,
when a puppet
forgets himself,
when a man learns
how smal
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72200
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She was nice. From the first sight, I already knew that. Someone will easily recognize her eyes. Her eyes are playful. I like game. “If you'd been told that you would die tomorrow, how'd you do?” She asked. I had no…
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72174
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The mud slicks at low tide were a mood.Thick gobs that smelled of fish, sulfur and claysalt and wild seaweed like fungusmoldy like left out fruityet it drew her closerto the shorelinecloser to feelingit between her toesthick, squirtsas her feet liftedlike a suction cupand…
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72120
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Liking up with the Joneses...
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72121
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The box kite floats high over the marsh.
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72121
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See if you can come up with the pattern. There is very little run-up to the theme. I am not making this up...
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72154
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in clotted abattoirs where Sorley saw: / no animals shorn of their skins and flesh / could spy with envy the men killing them.
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72042
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She darted out of her shadow, deftly she maneuvers through the tables and chairs and their eyes follow her.
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72053
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I tried to drain the ocean
But only got a waterfall
I tried to drain the sky
But only got a thunderstorm
I got lightning
I got rain
I had to build a city
By blowing on the palm of my hand
The sands rose up
The dust blew away
And all
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72000
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Luke Warm and the Sole Contenders.
Door Odor Ant.
Release My Pajamas!
Behemoth Pterodactyls.
Dragon Wagons.
Mucked Up.
The Gosspinator.
Italian Film Director.
Summer Dress.
Unsolicited Advice.
Golden Calf.
The Gum-Chewin Gurus.…
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71920
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71954
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like the icecold yellow wolves they are when they say they believe in love. What they're really doing is trying to game the outcome in their hungry for your living blood(y) favors. This shouldn't really…
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71910
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what i will always remember of you is of that singular sunday / when a black lock of hair brushed against your cheek
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71863
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For example a comet hits the earth and everything is on fire is the kind of changed change that can really disrupt your change management and change your journey of change into a running away.
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71852
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Wake me up on payday
Don’t throw in the towel
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71755
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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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71700
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Scientism/Natural Science is an Idealism:Diogenes is said to have refuted Zeno's theories of motion by taking a stroll. We must presuppose that there is such a thing as a stroll before there can be such a thing as a stroll. We must think that there is such a thing…
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71743
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ride crests and troughs of ceaseless change, / without delight but without fear, / and once it’s time to leave, then simply go, /
without regret, with no unseemly fuss.
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71720
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Cataclysm was a bustling city
right across the river from Orgasm.
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71786
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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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71601
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Though bleached white as snow,/
Eric Cantor’s teeth broke/
much as any others would
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71653
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I think someone’s
Got their foot
On my foot
Not holding me down
But maybe helping to ground me
It’s almost like they’re
Tapping the top of my foot
Now and then
While listening to some kind of
Internal music
Tell me
What part
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