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His body echoed in the mirror/
cracked into distant images
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He didn’t know how to tell his story. It wasn’t an easy story to tell. There certainly was a clear beginning, but it didn’t make much sense to start at the beginning. There was no way to end the story either; the ending seemed to last forever.
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I can feel everything getting closer, the past catching up. All the cunts and cocks and clits I've ever touched. I left them all on the other side of the world, and now they're creeping back to me.
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burning for You, caught in between, yearning to remain completely wrapped around Your finger, feeling panoramic, and this alive.
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when unicorns took to flight / the poles shifted / the world flooded / and Pangaea busted open like calloused palm
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This is the best kind of crime scene.
Spattered like gore from gunshots,
I'm left covered in trace evidence.
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There is a tall and leafy tree in our backyard. Also a bride, a groom, and a chicken.
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"Isn't it time to remove the nails, and put Jesus to rest once and for all," Mary asks.
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Let's be honest. Ugly people have an uphill battle in this culture. From the time they slide out of their ugly mothers they stand at the plate with two strikes.
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That sound. Bone against bone. Skin across skin. Blood fraying into the unknown dark. He loved that sound.
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You may gather from me
the spring of my youth
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“The price of everything's gone up,” I say. “But I don't have to buy you chocolate if it's costing too much.” She says nothing and bends her head again, gnarled hands slowly breaking a family-sized chocolate block into pieces.
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the mighty mountains sighed, and the wide seas heaved
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to say that he was
doing fine
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And here I am again.
I chew my nails. I tap my foot. I chew my nails. I sweat. I bleed. My nose bleeds. It drips. I drip. I'm dripping through my chair.
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A supermodel, carrying a large Valentine’s box, fell on the ice.
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At some point, we will have to shoot them/
through the eyes and skull and heart
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“I take him to see all those sexy movies,” she said, “because it puts the passion back in him. I love what he does to me when we get back home after those movies.”
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It was a subtle change. Jeffrey's grandmother was never graceful. Her figure was like a garbage bag filled with rounded masses of leaves and the unexpected angle of the odd stick, the entire shambling affair draped in soiled and yellowed hand-knit clothing…
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I slide my hand under the sheets. It’s cool there. An impression. This is where she would be.
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But I came back around, after Robert Kennedy got shot, with one hand up your skirt and the other on the gear shift...
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This part of her digital garden is not impressive, slightly sloppy, even haphazard. However, her avatar is an attractive woman with good make-up.
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All week my crew and I waited for the snuff party. An obscure fete where someone gets killed strictly for the entertainment and viewing pleasure of others. Before you judge us know this, people die every day for no reason at all.
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He kissed her tits and thought of art
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I turn my head. Time starts running.
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And you know that notion just goes to show...
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She...learned the ways of men, especially foreign men, who eyed her mother even as they passed around pictures of their children, wallet-bound photographs that included their reluctantly smiling wives.
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The knife that precedes the bigger knife that precedes the spoon that precedes the flat fork, with stuff like that I'm all butterfingers, & even though he's never been to Italy except once to shoot a gun when the world was a great big jumble, he remembers all…
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