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Was I a dreamer? Was I asking for too much?
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2261178
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They are running the bulls in Pamplona
this afternoon and they have no idea
how to do this and they are
way too old for this
and they want to relive their youth
and run the bulls in Pamplona
They want to drink like Ernest Hemingway
and run
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226075
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His open door was interpreted by the neighbor as an invitation to all but place a mirror under his nose. She demanded opportunities to fluff his pillows and coerced him into accepting gifts of food, more than he could possibly eat, and sometimes ate with
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226012
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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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22603514
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AFTER DINNER Another cycle gone, wasted. She stares into her bowl of full-fat ice cream (just half a cup a day, every day, for fertility). Beside her sits her husband, building a sundae. When he's done she reaches over, picks the cherry off the top, and hurls it into the…
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22603119
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the mighty mountains sighed, and the wide seas heaved
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225920
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Well, I turn the car off, the song turns off, I gather all of my stuff, turn off my lights, inevitably drop something as I’m getting out of the car, shut the door, lock the car, fumble for my house key, walk up the stairs, unlock the front door, set my
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225920
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I was afraid of needles and ponds of water and I was transfixed by both.
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22592318
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a poem about an abduction in my NYC neighborhood
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225867
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The doorbell rang while Ron was masturbating.He closed his eyes tight. Tried to hold the image of Lori bent over the arm of the couch. No use. It was gone. Ron sighed, then levered the recliner down. Tied on the terry-cloth robe Lori had given him. He kicked aside an empty…
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225811
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You are fishing in a coffee cup. (Your fishing pole is a record player.)
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225871
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It was a sloppy little factory town that could be beautiful, but never bothered trying. Sits on a big lake. More bars than churches, and too many of both. Racist. We hated anybody who didn’t believe in white Jesus
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225794
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You have been my woman’s lover now for
seven years, ever since your two souls met
at La Isla Negra.
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22572812
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At some point, we will have to shoot them/
through the eyes and skull and heart
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225797
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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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22571710
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He kissed her tits and thought of art
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225610
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With such an attitude, it is remarkable that Jerome Quinth would be the one to make first contact with the beings from Lepton Six. As near as authorities could piece together from the charred remains, the historic event happened innocently enough on on
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2256147
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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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2256208
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A supermodel, carrying a large Valentine’s box, fell on the ice.
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225600
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Tina saw a tear escape from beneath the frame of the man’s broken glasses. It followed the contour of his cheek until it quivered along his jaw line.
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Tuesdays she worked afternoons at the bookstore, and he’d secretly go, buy a large order, sit in a corner with a newspaper. Fries covered in vinegar, veins of ketchup.
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22552514
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And you know that notion just goes to show...
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225563
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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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22541410
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. . . and the last thing you’ll smell will be new-cut pine.
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22542019
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if we stare into the dark long
enough, we see ourselves at some end or
beginning –
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225411
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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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225441
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As I stood in my mother’s closet with my niece Chloe, and read the letter aloud, I was shocked to discover I had shared with my mother details about my love life.
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225421
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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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