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Maybe you should consider a few more things before embarking upon actual rescue, like: Is the victim hot? Not stove hot, idiot. Beauty hot. Will this be a triumph to save this person (like perhaps they are some Nobel laureate), or are you risking you
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You make a mental note of the rising number of people that know you. You vow to trim the list.
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This is what I do for a living: I unpack sentences.
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I'd kill a gas attendant in Playa Del Mar.
You'd read stained romance novels in motel rooms, while I oiled the gun and laughed on the phone, to no one.
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She was an easily lit, wide hipped, Stoli-drinking, schemer from Irkutsk that got her claws into an American riding the Iron Rooster from Khabarovsk to Moscow.
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I fell into a crevasse once.
I jumped off a bridge once, right before a train was to hit me.
Jumped off roofs several times.
I have a thing for jumping.
The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to nachos.
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It was one of those incredible literary coincidences destined to reside in Wiki annals forever.
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I had a dream the daylight needed / repainting.
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"You," he says, "Sit in here."
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I am not against the darkness / I can learn to live with restraint
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I will gobble them like tiny men, missions and things to prove.
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"It's what being out of work does to you, " she said, with that innocent sense of the everyday tragic, that kind murmur.
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"Both my parents were hypnotists. As were two of my grandparents."
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Most of us are just ordinary mutts with no gift for writing, nothing like Joyce James [or] any of those...
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Hell found me. I was scouring my shelf for books to read last night and nothing seemed to interest me. There were books on anthropology, politics, economics, science, and sociology -- the works. There were also my Hornby's, Gaiman's, Tolkien's,…
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Our flag-draped coffins float to the surface of an uncharted sea and we appear together—patriots both—on the cover of Life Magazine.
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The man is wiry and jumpy. There is a tattoo on his upper arm of Charles Manson. He jumps and jumps. He looks like a man on a pogo stick. He will not stop jumping.
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Co-written with Bobbie Ann Mason
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K is eating a banana. He says to me, "There is no end in the sense that God is dead, or history is dead. I would prefer not to play the role of a thoroughly useless prophet. I leave that to others, like Gene McCarthy."
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Back when I was fifteen, Svengal, Mohammed and I used to scamper up to the roof of our sixteen story apartment building and use it as our Masturbatory. We called it that because it served as a sort of observatory where we could diligently perform our rece
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A tiny bear emerged from the cave of his mouth, grabbed the hair and pulled it on his lap to play with it.
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Thornapples will make you dream things that never were.
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“Mortal,” it said, and its voice made the cobbler’s soul tremble. “Why do you disturb our peace? It is late, and you should be abed.”
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I write to you from waiting for the world to end. I will leave this in a desk drawer.
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The first punch sent me flying into a Christmas tree. The second put me on the floor on my hands and knees, blood dripping from my nose.
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He reached his decision just as the plane entered a pocket of turbulence. The moderate buffeting jiggled the flesh of his stomach, a common if uncomfortable occurrence, which he attempted to remedy by clearing his throat and tugging his shirt outward so
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All eyes aim towards the heavens.
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