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Sometimes you get the upgrade you deserve.
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80944
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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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80900
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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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80820
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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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80800
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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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80701
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Though bleached white as snow,/
Eric Cantor’s teeth broke/
much as any others would
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80720
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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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807167
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Unseen, he slides through cracks, unbound, liquid fear of mothers.
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80785
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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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80700
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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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80631
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His wife leans her head against a beam with her eyes closed
while he reads out loud.
Her mouth shut tightly, almost twisted shut. She’s so weary.
She raises her collar and sinks further into her neck.
When he shouts, or explodes – nothing.
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806137
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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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80632
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why were ghosts in wry mirrors feeding on hope?
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80500
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Well, guys like me, no family and no place to go, need someone to chew the fat with, without complications, especially after I get the news like I got from the doctor today,
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80521
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It was 1984, that foreboding year, I now
recall. You were in the hospital,
your cat having snagged your nail.
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805102
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Each day he rolls that goddamned rock,
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80521
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The box kite floats high over the marsh.
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80430
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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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80300
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“I’ve seized a family’s satellite dish, I’ve put a lien on a guy’s blue tick hound–everything,” Suggins says with a laugh.
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80331
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He stood with his cardboard sign and watched the faceless occupants, watched for a car window to lower; there were few.
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80300
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I wrote a million lines of poetry last night.
/ Metaphor after metaphor of your beauty
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80320
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Cataclysm was a bustling city
right across the river from Orgasm.
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80365
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Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
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80220
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Why, I ask myself, is a bathroom not a room?
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80294
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The dead tongues chuckle/
in Etruscan
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80200
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His father has been talking of finding a man for her, but she would have none of it. The last time he brought a traveler home, under guise of allowing him to rest for the night and have some bread, the boy crept to her room at night and attempted deprive
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80210
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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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80100
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http://fictionique.com/?p=16220
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80163
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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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80141
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Go ahead, show the soul its own beauty. But also tell me again about my own, so I may know I lived, and loved you. The one who shows the soul its own touching beauty gets to keep her. Who shows her the golden nightly song that's given us life, is like t
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