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Sometimes/in the middle of the night/awake under a panoply/as caustic as Doré/illustrating Dante
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85431
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—Francesco, did you come to bed last night?
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85400
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In Quiapo Church, Manila, /
I crossed the aisle between pews on my knees, //
along with old men and women /
with desperate wishes, like myself
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85421
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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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85411
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I shall go with german rules of capitalization in titles today.
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85400
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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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85400
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What I have doneOh what I have becomeWhat happened to all I thought I had known?This will not standMy mind becoming rottenThe things I thought were important to meHave all become forgottenWashing my convictions in cheap alcoholFeeding my misery with one kind, then allMy…
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85362
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I know I’m in the sky all night
And can lie back and sometimes have some fun
But these stars around me aren’t everything in life
I still miss the sun
After your first lover threw you back
Into the frozen ocean of life
You never came back
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85330
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The flash photographs itself scattering.
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85232
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I do not want to know what it looks like when a society walks off a cliff's edge,
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852117
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Then for a few seconds, maybe even a minute or two, we wallow in a sensual shower of raw emotion. Our defenses are nonexistent and we are overwhelmed with care and gratitude. Suddenly, we love our enemies and are willing to forgive our trespassers.
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85285
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Don't forget to fuck me. Blow me. Suck me. Don't forget to fuck me. [REPEAT 2X]
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852135
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Death is both alien and intimate to us; neither wholly strange nor purely one's own.
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85200
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There’s no greater reward than the plaudients
you get from a tough female audience.
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85131
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I am cultivating a willingness to devour anything. I will eat a chemistry lab. I will eat a perturbation if I can figure out how to cook a perturbation.
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85000
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His throat still burned and his muscles ached but the codeine put it at a manageable distance. He sank into delicious sleep and was awakened some minutes later by a terrific jolt and the crash of metal.
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85000
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Oh my God!
The question of whether or not we each have a double has been answered. Yours is living in Louisville, KY. It was you...young you. I already knew it, but seeing your picture just slammed it home. Again.
I knew I shouldn't have told you
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85000
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Worcester, Mass. is a gritty central Massachusetts city known to some as the Industrial Abrasives Capital of the World, and to others for its numerous railroad car diners.
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85044
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As soon as I got the suspenders adjusted I felt different. I felt like Wilfred Brimley.
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85010
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Our love used to be so artless, /
unstained by a knowingness /
that perceives time in minutes
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84940
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I worked for Century 21 and wore a mustard-colored blazer with a crest and a tie and plaid mini-skirt like a little schoolgirl and it would turn on the husbands. It made them unusually horny. I purposely wore white bobby socks. They would corner me in t
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84940
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The dead turkey’s wife, or lover
Watching over his recent roadkilled carcass
Seeming to be mourning her loss
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84922
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Standing on the edge of the great shelf
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84821
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You say very little when all is ready, the coffee and all, and afterward, during the ride, and even less as suddenly thirteen women pile in.
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84800
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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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848148
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Its colour a spectral silver shimmered in the pale afternoon sunlight which glinted on its small red and blue insignia so far from home. The landing stage of the unmanned Viking spacecraft had broken away from the main section on schedule before starting its descent through…
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84810
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Little Dave, I thought--what's he doin' drinking coffee? Then I figured out he must have been 18 if I was twenty. He could drink coffee if he wanted.
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84700
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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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84700
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In the putrid remains / of these faithless days / and the void into which / I carry it...
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84631
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The work of translation is a braid of light.
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