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Pushing the "surge of steam" button has latelygiven the mother a feeling ofpower;She pushes a button anda loud gurgling sounddampens the spiritof even a 100% cotton item,and forces it to be still andstraighten out.I need a button likethis to affect my family and…
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Here was the situation, as I recounted it to myself: somehow, I was trapped in some unearthly dimension where Baltimore, actor Emilio Estevez, and myself had somehow collided in a big cartoon scrum complete with onomatopoeias and clouds of dust.
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That was when we discovered we could make one shadow jump right through another and come out whole on the other side. Our shadows were indestructible. It was one of those moments of discovery maybe only gallons of pink Chablis could bring on. Or dope.
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“Okay, so I'm lying naked in this coffin with my big dick out,” George W. Bush says. “Yes!” …
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Benny and Sylvia rolled apart, still laughing, caught up in the magic. They always laughed afterward her cheeks always dark red, apples ripe for picking. A little backwards he thought since her apples had already been picked. Even better, he had picked them and it…
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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!
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The soiled concrete sings to me a symphony. /
I try to place my ear on it but a millipede /
enters my brain and consumes it: /
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Weekly game night for the Oscar Family. Winning is secondary.
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Watch me squeeze this gland until it turns purple and everyone stood amazed at Montmartre.
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as an artist changes religious lore, it was not god who ordained the death of his son
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I saw Sharon one more time, in the summer of 1969, when man first set foot on the moon. I met her at that nightclub over on Hwy. 83, near North Avenue in Elmhurst where everyone still hung out from high school. She came back to the basement at my parent
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growing up fumbling for excuses your fingers, clumsy littlepads of flesh you don't recognize a scatter plot of acnethat won't erase by mirrorwhy this scene doesn't workkissing the detachable lips of bobby-soxed methodgirlswho keep…
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For PearlSo radiantly a threat to themare you, so radiantly a threatyou present, my dear, but between usthere is still that unspoken pact; justone more song, please. So radiantlyyou fill their cups with the beauty ofleaves and grapes. So radiantly yoursmall reassuring smile…
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Today is the audition for “The Bright Stream,” and I believe I am in tip-top shape to win the prize role–potato carrier! To train, I have been hauling rocks up the stairs to my apartment.
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First you had to have been there
Because the air cleared up
When the world stopped driving
And the plants bloomed
Bigger and brighter than we had ever
Ever dreamed
The sky was just a brilliant, pure
Blue
Like when God was born
Now fo
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Wake me up on payday
Don’t throw in the towel
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Darling, forgive me if I seem a dunth
But why must your period come oneth a month?
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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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Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
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Suddenly a Shakespearean sonnet, …
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The first time ever I saw your place
With furnishings of orange and blue--oo oo oo.
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So what exactly does heaven look like? They asked.
He first found himself floating above clouds before witnessing
“transparent, shimmering beings arced across the sky,
leaving long, streamer-like lines behind them.”
An unknown female companion esc
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The candles and my brain
flame
like a torch
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I dreamt I was Vermeer
For just a little while
I took this photo of a criminal
A mugshot really
And claimed I had painted it
From memories of a previous life
He looked just like a Vermeer
With the light coming in
From the side of his fac
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As Sebald says, I grew up in the shadow of war....
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My distinguished white-haired boss sat behind a table at the entrance of the building and gave me a forbidding look. You’re fired, he said. Get out.
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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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Crispcrashingcoldan interlude from youThe pebbles pulled back and forthlike side stepping nailswhite frothan interlude from youThe sun likeA camellia for herCrispColddropsflicking on her face.An interludefrom you.
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Oh, by the way
here’s my old phone number
548-7899
Remember?
Call me
It will ring
somewhere
in the past
We can make
amends
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