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Interviewer: So, you walk on water, right? How is that possible?
Jesus Lizard: Well, I only run on water, and upright on my hind legs. Haha, if I tried just walking on water I’d sink quicker than St. Peter!
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76822
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Natalie blushed the vodka with an almost pointless twist of the fruit juice as I fought in my inside jacket pocket for my wallet...
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767135
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Death is both alien and intimate to us; neither wholly strange nor purely one's own.
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76722
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Now her right breast was annoying her.
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76732
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December scent
rains coming down
sodden leaves underfoot
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76631
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Way stronger than Starbucks turned out to be.
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76500
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The gates going up
and down like
gigantic windshield wipers
to let the existent
boxcars pass.
We went across these real
bumpy railroad tracks into
a town so
small there
wasn’t enough room
for the car,
so we got out and went ahe
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76100
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And then I get a call from a different kind of bar
They say you’re drunk on Cosmos and actin’ quite bizarre.
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76021
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I found you at Darrell’s, the bar down the street.
A place where loose women and tight men might meet.
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75900
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The new nose--
I won’t ask how much it cost,
but something’s been lost.
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75900
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Unready for the world,
we pawned ourselves
for a longer lease on youth.
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75954
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Ever since he left, I have been alone with the tree. We had planted it together. A green twig in the middle of the garden and a knotty stick, running around. Fingers and branches have grown. Very fast. Too fast. When he left, I sat in the shade. There I started writing, and…
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75911
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The Divine and merciful Understanding Calls out to me But let me not speak its name. You are an unworthy hearer And I am a secret-keeper, cunning With keen thoughts and prayers of swift Justice Single is our thought and act And when we pray we know not what it…
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75800
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http://www.punchnels.com/fiction/the-frogman/
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75820
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The town is a wheel-less prairie schooner aground in a vast field of static
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75621
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Pigeons are really the souls of what were once beggars
in the endless squares of Paris, Venice, or Jerusalem.
They are born with the soul of a beggar
attached to them.
It is stuck beneath their wings.
They cannot fly without it,
and they ar
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75500
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Pope Leo XIII endorsed a cocaine-based drink and at the age of 90 sat in on “The Last Castrato, Complete Vatican Recordings.”
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75500
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to think of him looking at me / for he to be I and I to be he / it is almost unbearable / to occupy two bodies at once—
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75510
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My sister walked in the room while I read Ginsberg / reciting the lines to Jaweh & Allah Battle to myself /sweating in the heat contour of my ugly body on the bed /
the room the stench of rottenhumanasscracksemen
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75541
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75421
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75400
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The sacrificial tendency is a real ugly one A pound of flesh, because it grows back But gnarled and scarred For you, So you may smile or cry Whatever you need How about an ounce of truth? How about I make a maze And you walk through…
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75400
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I am so lost in thought
as I ride out of the woods
that I forget which way I ought
to turn, left or right; this can’t be good.
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75311
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not otherwise employed, writing verse,/
line by tenuous line the substance of pulse./
―but no one collects unemployed verse:/
self-lacerations must yield blood, not ink.
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75355
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It was just her way. Slightly down and off to the left. Mom never looked anyone in the eye.
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75343
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"Living is easy with eyes closed/misunderstanding all you see.'--John Lennon That's an ache that's always inside me. How you'd rathertreat people as if they don't matteras much as some nice sounding words in a song. Their voicesas less than an annoying wind? Because…
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75233
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Will you join me kneeling in a Homegoods parking lot
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75010
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He was journeying toward understanding of a higher truth so long lost.
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75000
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Outside, Santa Claus has put on cat eye sunglasses and lights a cigarette.
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75020
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You better not come home drunk, you shithead, or you'll be sleeping in the yard!
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