46742
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For Algernon Afloat, on tidal difference's separated songs Let nothing spare her mention, still belongs That sterile tone mismissioned to my ear What love's illusion balanced most when throngs Of hummingbirds advanced, methinks, to hear…
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Hi fellow writersThis is a proposed start of novel.Protagonist is Flor "the urchin"her grandfather, whom she hated when he was alive (and vice versa) is seeing her life from the void, he has died.Please offer any feedback or thoughts you may have, all are appreciated.Here…
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46655
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At step blinding speed we all alight somewhere in the world
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46500
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46400
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"This above photo by goerte' shows the natural state of a bourgeois subject' - Friedrich Nietzsche "the naked image is more fat then the never naked word, because a pig is an interpretation of a mind, also hog are more green when they worship rationality, because…
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46486
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Death threats? Just another mumbling day in the world of Willy Gregg.
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46356
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Last night I dated the universe. What a hottie! I arrived on time and was feeling a bit spacey. Look at me, I said. I'm on time. Yeah, well, I invented time. I made sure you'd be here on time. Cool. Where do you want to go? Doesn't matter. Wherever we go I'm already…
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46311
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The first vulture became very aggressive
and began eating carry-on luggage
The second vulture has landed and it’s wearing Patagonia
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46275
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For a man with a poor command of English, he managed
to describe his recent redundancy with aplomb.
“One week, everything perfect; the next week –”
He mimicked a noose being fixed around his neck and
I sat and watched his eyes bulge.
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46085
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I'm on my way to work the Saturday night dinner shift at Slug's
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46033
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I like to collect twilights. I fold them carefully and put them in my wallet. They fit neatly between the dollar bills that have a weird tendency to curl. This bugs me. I don't know why they do that. Something to do with the design of the wallet. But the twilights fit…
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46043
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in the chicken house
this morning. The second
one this week. I carry the stiff hen
out to the back pasture
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46032
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Bradley turns out to be a walking red flag. He approaches as I unload the U-Haul and says, "Hi, I'm Bradley. I'm not very modest so you might see me from time to time in various stages of undress." Bradley is the last man on Earth I wish to see undressed.
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46074
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I'm more ash now than cigar.
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46022
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"Why?" is the question I ask, but no one is around to answer. What would an answer change anyway? But it is all I can do. So it is all I can do.
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460106
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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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45900
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I know how deeply your hands plunged into my fire. I remember putting my arms around your back and holding you in the flames for as long as I could bear it. And I remember feeling you slip away, serenely, with that light that urges the rose up out of my s
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45921
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The first thing Noah did, more or less, was plant a vineyard.
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45900
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It’s the longing from another life inside that pulls me along by the fine hairs below my navel, exposed at the midriff, and by the short fine hair at my neck, also the dense bunch between my legs, as you might imagine. And it’s the longing of the love I
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458116
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is this the end of civilization
is this what i've been thinking of
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45863
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First you had to have been there
Because the air cleared up
When the world stopped driving
And the plants bloomed
Bigger and brighter than we had ever
Ever dreamed
The sky was just a brilliant, pure
Blue
Like when God was born
Now fo
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45811
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Like the absence of a screw
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45755
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Mrs. Death was walking in mountains where everything around was still. Mr. Death? —in another hemisphere, wandering (last she’d heard) through a vast forest.
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45621
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I look good
Together
Got these penny wings
I could actually fly with
It all becomes so clear
Sound goes down
Sanity returns in an instant
The night is bigger...
I’d rather stay near the ground
I’m not a practicing angel
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45586
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Four ships anchor
Far off shore
Chains slip
Beneath the swell.
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45553
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Just like real life before poundsigns.
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45521
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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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45455
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"...regurgitating double A's
all akimbo."
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45421
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The detective imagined the nurse shake the old man’s breath off his coat as he walked to the bus, shuttering the teak and dust world behind him. He pulled a fingertip along a blue hallway vase, brought it to his thumb, rubbed the grit.
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muse of my heart, with each palace in love: / when Januaries lash with storm and sleet, / their dread dark nights all muffled in bright snows, / will you find coals to warm your purpled feet?
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