1911 13 13
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Go ahead, boy, pout like a fool.
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191042
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Here’s the story as compiled from the scantest of clues: The writing on the back of a stall door in the restroom of a twenty-four hour restaurant under the Gowanus Expressway.
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191022
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one numberless character, an army of rants marching one by one, sand by sand, we move mountains this way…
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191033
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19102118
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There can be no convergence./
There is only the talking that talks about/
an angle of sight nothing else can share.
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191060
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“Actually, children, none of us will be having birthdays this year,” my father sighed.
“Not even me? Why?” asked Charlie.
"Son, this is what's known as a ‘one-party democracy."
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191020
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One day they will take what remains of my eyes so someone else can use them to see beauty, someone who will value them more than I have, someone who will be strong enough to keep them pointed away from ugly things.
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1910116
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You haven't lived until she dances just for you ..
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190910
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For Hector it was animals. Rats, dogs, fish, and quite often horses – sometimes even lions. But for Achilles, it was always dead bodies.
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19092015
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over tea & saltineshe read melike an obituary
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19093313
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There was dad sitting at the table, wide awake, reading glasses on nose, pen in hand above a Doppler graph of numbers on paper, one of many now-lost theorems, looking up as his son walked into the room.
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190954
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You can’t take a chandelier on an emergency dash across a nuclear desert.
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190952
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The snapdragon has now achieved absolute resonance, the gateways on either side are fully opened wide with beautiful iridescent curtains billowing out in high frequency spectrum waves producing a very pleasant ecstatic effect within observer's sensory app
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190922
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In those days everyone ate poetry for lunch. It was considered essential for your good up-bringing and mental health. We would skip a meal in order to satisfy our hunger for words. To hell with a meal. To hell with dirty politics and meaningless wars on o
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190962
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You longed to rip off her butterfly wings and watch her scream in agony. You ached to carve the steel from her eyes.
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190942
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When you finally got blood from the hard stick
You spotted the backflash of red
And said Thank God. The woman’s legs and arms
Were everywhere, and you were in the middle
Holding her down with one hand while wielding
A butterfly in the other. You stuc
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190986
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no one else comes in my back door but you
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1909168
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He disliked intrusion and very specifically innocuous intrusion, nice guys, one might say, who tried to be near him to learn something from him or who admired him but who, as in that passage, came merely to disturb his work.
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19082612
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In her belief that Juni is lucky, Jade eases the horrors our mother suffers at night, not because Juni is stuck in a physical passion, but because the whole family and whole groups of strangers know what Juni is doing for sex.
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190861
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At some point, Spiro thinks, everyone must look like a sniper.
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19083017
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It was a surprise they put me in a dormitory, not a cell,
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190811
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A 1960’s of walking sugar beet fields to remove the rogue bolters by hand and on other days painting the ironwork of cattle sheds with red oxide. Then a 1970’s when the self-inking explosion of tattoos on his hands and then his body began.
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190870
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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190700
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See a girl like Lily sitting offstage in a wooden chair in a fourth-rate club somewhere, crying, holding on so hard to so little, and as it breaks your heart to watch; forgive me. Understand me. You can’t rescue us. We all deserve more.
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190734
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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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190754
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The apartment was a second-level place, so I went down the steps and looked through the stained glass window of the door. “Ah hell,” I said to myself. Raymond Carver and John Fante and Charles Bukowski were outside. I opened the door.
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1906134
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--How's the wriiting business? How about that thing you' was workin' on..."Gawain's Green Nights?"
--Yeah, well, I'm kind of off the soft-core...
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190671
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In 1978, a computer program became privy to my grandmother's most secret thoughts.
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19061615
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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1905125
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The right is empty, waiting to receive the load like a catcher behind home plate.
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