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Your brain was connected to your feet ...
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80310
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It was a gesture on their part, an act with meaning;
they didn’t care about country or science; their love
was their art, their art was their love.
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80311
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The film canister—with Camembert's thumb in it—was positively gouging her thighs now. When would they give up for the day and leave?
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8032016
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Tongs, uvulas, money. Love. But really, silence.
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80200
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It isn’t easy being the #1 Jewish lesbian revolutionary bank robber in America–every Rebecca and Rachel who comes down the pike tries to knock you off.
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80200
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Who was that human who first began to walk on two legs as he crossed golden African plains?
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80100
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So many ingenious traps for catching and hamstringing female poets have been invented that it is a rare editor who ever really sees one. H.L. Mencken
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80121
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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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79900
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By day, Ksiusha Milda is a housewife with a one year-old daughter. By night, she is a blues singer of sorts, a practitioner of this country’s traditional folk song, kale.
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79911
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You were still holding yourself
In your own arms, when I first found you
You were so fresh
No thunder had ever spoken your name
No lightning lit up your veins
I continued to have the feeling of you
Between my dream muscles and my lack of s
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79720
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An American Indian (in a suit) at
the museum reception, eating pelican wing
which looked like enlarged sections of
older pulpy (pink) grapefruit
When asked why he was eating this,
he said that eating pelican wing gave you
the ability to fa
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79720
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If you’re a mouse with suicidal tendencies
My cats can help you to meet your endency.
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79710
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My life accelerated by grime in my father’s garage.
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79730
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The two cats begin to circle
To better make my surface workle.
They treat me as (this makes me sore)
Floor model in a mattress store.
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79633
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Let it rage.
I shall not suppress you.
Let your rage speak to you of the sorrow it hides,
until your sadness swallows you whole.
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79542
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The neighbor was a little woman...
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79540
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“I’m haunted,” she says, “by so many things–earth shoes, amulets, seventies mood rings.”
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79432
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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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79422
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I found Marty sitting out on a neighbor’s front porch across the street from his house, which was next door to mine. He was sort of crouched down, early one morning as I headed off to work at the paint factory down in West Berkeley. I wasn’t absolutely su
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79200
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When informed that the hourly rate of Chloe Schultz, the lawyer who handles their collections would increase to $300 an hour, Mort Zucker said “I’m sorry--there’s no woman in Boston worth that kind of money with her clothes on.”
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79122
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I must apologize for only having words to bring todaywith me. They seem so little to give and not much tooffer you. All their silly little hats seem to have been around with us now for quite some time. Others before me have certainly worn them farbetter…
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This is the best excerpt you'll ever read.
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I used to say I’d rather walk on the moon with my own rapacity, and you can easily say things like that, given the luxuriance of youth. But it was a lie, if you want to know the truth, so much hot balloon air, puffed up in the chest. That is not how i
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The life, the burning up that works up our loveliness, hot under the surface that is tempted to show forth its parts after being confined, enclosed, shut in. Beautiful honey-water sliding out of long bleak skies, after all the howling of our legendary you
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78520
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The little notice talked its trash, a J’accuse!
“Posted: For Non-Payment of Dues.”
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78400
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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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78232
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He looked at a man in a straw hat on YouTube and thought “that could've been me, if I'd learned to play the guitar.” He savored the wistfulness of the moment. The pluperfect always made him sad. But the conditional was almost too much to bear. Octopi were a…
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78121
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As has happened many times in my life, I heard his voice in my sleep and I saw him, though only briefly. Over the years I have seen this man I thought was him clearly and known when he was in danger – a car wreck at twenty (I was correct on everything b
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78011
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Because someone whispered Mona Lisa in her ear.
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