760 5 4
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they deafen you with cute / knive you with sugared songs / with machines turn love to silicon shit / hurl you at the god Fun / debrain you in their schools.
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76043
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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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75943
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in the chicken house
this morning. The second
one this week. I carry the stiff hen
out to the back pasture
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75942
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No one knew why DVices were so hard to find. No one knows for sure anyway.
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75950
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Maisie dear, I can't forget her--
I only wish her poems were better.
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75820
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Why, I ask myself, is a bathroom not a room?
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75833
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My mouth is orange rind and whiskey, my tongue a cocktail cherry.
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75854
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(Sung to the melody of "Ghostbusters")When your prose is weakMetaphors clichésWho you gonna callGhostwriters!Characters they speakNot much to sayWho you gonna callGhostwriters!I ain't ‘fraid of no rejectionI ain't ‘fraid of no rejectionLyin' in your bedImagination soarsWho…
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75820
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In my dream I am the showy leaf, and you are the stem and you are the strength. I am the leaf turning colors, my face flushed, the blonde hairs at my neck, and there is the deep carnal twisting around your stem that sends me floating to the ceiling over
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75854
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The first thing I realized I was hearing when I woke up from the land of nowhere was the brittle sounds of little frozen rods of rain crashing into the sliding glass porch doors relentlessly and cracking into tiny shards of split piles in…
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75843
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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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75733
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“What the hell was that?
Is that your take on
The Deer Hunter?”
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75755
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I went to see an audiologist this afternoon. He specialized in tinnitus. Good news for me. I've been plagued with tinnitus for 55 years. It started the morning after a catastrophic experience with LSD. It was there when I awoke in a padded room in a hospital in San José,…
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75720
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Cataclysm was a bustling city
right across the river from Orgasm.
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75676
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Marcel Proust had never been to a big-box store before. He was dazzled by the sheer size and scope of the store and the seeming impassivity of the shoppers. So many products, so many shelves, such strangely intriguing examples of the human condition. The people seemed…
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75620
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75621
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carrion is no longer hauled away:/if the road killed it, it must be the road’s . . .
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75640
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At my college there were film societies for foreign films, contemporary films, documentary films—you name it. The people who ran these clubs tended to dress in black turtlenecks and wear berets—indoors!
|
75640
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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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755159
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wonder
at all the things done
without regard for you at all.
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75552
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Wake me up on payday
Don’t throw in the towel
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75421
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75400
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As we entered the circus tent
We passed the big cats' wagon.
A sleeping tiger lay
in what I knew was hay.
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75410
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I remember him saying something like: “Are you aware of how completely horrible you are as a human being?”
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75400
|
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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75432
|
why were ghosts in wry mirrors feeding on hope?
|
75300
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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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752102
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Each day he rolls that goddamned rock,
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75221
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The box kite floats high over the marsh.
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75255
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At step blinding speed we all alight somewhere in the world
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