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Our love used to be so artless, /
unstained by a knowingness /
that perceives time in minutes
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Staring at my $10 All Star Breakfast with extra bacon
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“I was talking to kid who hadn’t applied to college, and I asked him why,” Branson says. “He rolled his eyes and said ‘Why go to college if I’m gonna end up a tool like you?’"
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We were going shopping, and they put me in the women’s shoe department at Macy’s so I would really have something to write about, and maybe you can imagine what happened.
Well, this one woman sits down right in the chair next to me, which I thought a
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The boy had a gift, we understood; he could speak the language of the
animals, and so soon there was a skunk that he would walk on a leash.
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Winter offers pitting salty sand clouds
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Golden yellows and oranges and reds that could have been scratching their toes now just tear the skin around her Achilles' heel.
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If you had on pajamas with pockets you could sneak a handful of animal crackers upstairs, but first you had to get them out of the kitchen.
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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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"When I knocked my laptop over,” he says, "four years worth of muffin crumbs shook loose on my desk. It got me thinking about those less fortunate than me.”
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It is a strange world, dawn.
You may find yourself alone
with your God, the old, and the
young. Very likely a bird.
An old one out hobbling past on a cane,
a small dog trotting from bush to bush,
sniffing a pile of leaves,
jumping back, st
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i sat in the car for a while
/ even after i arrived at the house
/ facing the garden with my headlights on
/ casting on it a dreary sort of fantasy
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This is the story of the metastasis of the national security state.
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fallen leaves, broken limbs fron wounded trees
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http://fictionique.com/?p=15392
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A dirty-blonde woman in a little black dress,
her face a picture of chagrin/
Was similarly looking around as if lost,
other’s heads ending at her chin.
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76621
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The first thing Noah did, more or less, was plant a vineyard.
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I shall go with german rules of capitalization in titles today.
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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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In the putrid remains / of these faithless days / and the void into which / I carry it...
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And then there was this girl from Boston, named Pat, who was a little on the hefty side and wouldn’t get off me. And I was skinny then too. She wanted sex so much and so often that the whole time I visited her apartment in Cambridge, after I graduated f
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Look at this contradictory neon night.
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Tonight, as I ate stale fries in the car, /
after getting back home, /
my seatbelt still around me, /
struggling to keep me in place,
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Are you interesting?Are you clever?Are you, maybe often, sometimes never?Are you shining? Pining?Are you glowing?Are you worth knowing?Are you a life without zest?Are you mainlining strife …
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No matter how tough we make our gun laws, it’s the other goober states that let a dramatist with a lengthy record of prior absurdist plays buy an unregistered weapon at a gun show.
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Their raging energy felt like a unified force that could catapult itself in any direction at a second’s notice, like a heat-seeking missile targeting the next warm body.
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“Hey Jimmy,” we’d shout at the bartender, whose real name was Bill, but who acquired his nomme de biere with the fixtures when he bought the joint.
“What?” he’d reply in monosyllables in order to keep his overhead down.
“What does a woman want?”
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Across the vacant vanished . . .
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"They measured the lobsters and they were short. But like I said, not by much. If they had any sense they’d leave the poor guy alone and go after the big fish.”
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