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You walked into the dream world
That divides us from each other
And removed your clothes
And there was no specific language
For orgasm there
It was all multilingual
They were white and fluffy like new clouds
Like notes written on the bars
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74221
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Details may be missing from our lives, but you can fill them in any time you want. Fill up the cup again with me. Come in and be warm, anytime you want. Wine, women, song, whatever. I sat on the curb once, in Mexico, saying, “Give me your salads, your o
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74210
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the bay was littered with corpses
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74130
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I just can't figure out why nothing terrible happened to me that night. Young, blonde, drunk American girl sitting on a dirty curb in the red light district of Nuevo Laredo, and everyone left me alone ... amazing.
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74131
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The details left undone let you know that tradesmen, visitors and strangers were not welcome.
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7404415
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It all started when he bought my leopard nightie.
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74010
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He lives a simple life, the docks, an occasional woman of questionable morals and brewskis.
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74021
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He was surrounded by bats and stalactites and skeletons greeted him and dead celebrities moaned and neon signs -- props from defunct game shows -- were hung up as far as the eye can see.
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74000
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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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73933
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nothing. But it could be something. I don't know. We'd probably have to agree on at least one thing for it to turn around and face us. Then it would have to be named, set free. We could watch it fly away together. That's a portend to…
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73950
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Alone in Eugene, / I sought out / the solace of olives
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73953
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73900
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I wrote a million lines of poetry last night.
/ Metaphor after metaphor of your beauty
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73820
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We flipped through the pages, filled with drawings Bates had done of himself in full papal regalia; mitre, crozier, the works. Beneath them he’d practiced signing autographs as “Pope Bates I.”
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737102
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For every person who dies alone that way, another twenty try.
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73755
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"...regurgitating double A's
all akimbo."
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73600
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A survey by "You & Your Wedding" magazine has determined that one in five British brides now requires her bridesmaids to sign contracts regulating their behavior and appearance.
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73632
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There is an island behind the house in which I grew up. It is a network of bicycle paths and booby traps. The past is snared there.
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73600
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Hello, writers, readers, friends, discerner's of subtlety, freedom fighters for truth, emotional fairness and proper punctuation. I am soliciting your feedback on my answering machine message. I want this to be an answering machine announcement to audio-book…
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736109
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73520
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Papa was fucking the artist’s wife, Lillian, and the artist knew it but was afraid to say anything and she had broad, muscular brown arms and loved the sun on the sea and also she was just as athletic as the great writer and caught the big fish right alon
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735104
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amphibians returning to the scene of the crime
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73510
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Our love used to be so artless, /
unstained by a knowingness /
that perceives time in minutes
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73500
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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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73563
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73553
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Yes keeps falling out of my mouth
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73589
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I spend my time sitting on the back step—poison oak reddening my arm—under the eaves, waiting to escape.
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73450
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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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73473
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Sometimes you want to strike out at me. What is stopping you? There is no stopping you. You know I will not retaliate. Gone is all that I will be to you then.
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73355
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...he'd made a regrettable deal for Monkeydick long long ago, and the pain was deep, and it never went away.
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