815 3 1
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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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81521
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“You know this is your death car.”
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81586
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Shivers of desire,
bristles of knowing
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81552
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Wake me up on payday
Don’t throw in the towel
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81420
|
Suddenly a Shakespearean sonnet, …
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81421
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The middle finger talks of many things
How I killed the moon
But still drank the moonshine
And how getting over her took
Some bleeding from the soul
Maybe it’s the Inner Face of Outer Space
That worries me the most
But what about the Fro
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81355
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Mrs. Death was walking in mountains where everything around was still. Mr. Death? —in another hemisphere, wandering (last she’d heard) through a vast forest.
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81355
|
"...regurgitating double A's
all akimbo."
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81300
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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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81210
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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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81284
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81210
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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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81200
|
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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81244
|
Is that who we are as a nation, or was that day an aberration?
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81100
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Weekly game night for the Oscar Family. Winning is secondary.
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81143
|
So how do I know all this about Sammy, you ask? I’m getting to that...
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81150
|
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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81100
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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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81043
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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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81000
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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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81054
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The candles and my brain
flame
like a torch
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81000
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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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81053
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"First we’ll get a good workout at the discotheque where my lady friend works. Don’t worry, she’s already arranged for a friend of hers to attend so you won’t have to suffer the indignity of being a third wheel."
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80911
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Sometimes you get the upgrade you deserve.
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80922
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Let me tell you about extraterrestrial bingo: it's loud. They put the speakers over my head. And the microphone keeps moving. Most of the organisms here are old. And from another planet. I see a lot of tentacles. A lot of auras and bugeyes. Everyone seems to know the…
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80933
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he dreams of limp victims stepping out of the waves/ water draining from skin and hair
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80900
|
Darling, forgive me if I seem a dunth
But why must your period come oneth a month?
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80844
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It is ten days before the 2024 election.So I am right now alternating between biting my cuticles and sipping a gin martini.I'm reading Virginia Woolf out in the backyard.The neighbor is having roof shingles replaced.Banging. Banging...BANGING!It is 3:34…
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80800
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I am bound behind the bars of my own domesticity, /
by this banana, and pea soup, and wilted cabbage
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80821
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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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