1993 6 2
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Erwin came into the kitchen through the back door and went straight to the sink to clean up. Black mud and dried blood crusted his fingertips and caked the callused whorls of his knuckles. He used the round of strong-smelling soap he kept for…
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1993 8 3
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When you last produced writing on a manual typewriter, was it before or after your first sexual experience, or maybe during? Manual or otherwise. Which do you recall with more enthusiasm...
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1992 0 1
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Jimmy Gollihue awoke to the howling of a bloodhound, a long voice from up the mountain, and the baying of the dog pulled a keening lament from his dream of the highway.
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1992 8 5
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On the table the image is by Chardin but the puzzle is by someone else and that is what he has dumped out of the box.
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1992 18 9
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but let's stop and take another look at things
could it be through our closed eyes
that we didn't really know what we were talking about
that there never was a surprise
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1992 6 3
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Cap'n Pepper tries and tries but Old Salty is never happy.
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1992 17 11
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She drew her hands out of the chest cavity and looked at the clock.
‘Time of death,’ she said.
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1992 9 7
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"... I knew Willie had gone— out the back door or out the side window. I knew he probably slipped over the fence behind my house into Lou C.’s backyard..."
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1992 17 14
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When you move to the music of a woman
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1992 0 0
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He said he'd searched in vain for his wife, Mary, before abandoning hope and the ship in one of the last row boats. He was allowed in because of his experience fishing.
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1991 3 1
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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1991 9 11
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The understanding we made was neatly wrapped up in its own blue tissue cocoon like a neatly rolled joint and dumped unceremoniously into the forgotten past like a plate of leftover digitized lies. The lid was slammed shut. Time passes too tightly. And you …
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1991 27 12
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Borges must be so proud somewhere
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1991 14 5
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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1991 8 8
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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1991 13 10
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I need a different storage solution
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1990 5 4
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I am a sunflower. I turn my yellow and black face, bruised, to the sun, hoping its light will heal me. With my eyes closed I can see my stamen, veins in my eyelids, bulbous where they intersect. The sun feeds…
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1990 12 5
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1990 16 5
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Her eyes stared wide with panic, her teeth chattered intermittently with impressive intensity, and with her ineffectual stabs at the air she completed the portrait of distracted mania.
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1990 0 0
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I'm in awe of her frankness, how she takes my breath away, how I wish to rush off with her to a splendid hideaway where only the two of us touch the grape-stained mountains and the cerulean sea, wild blades of grass quivering with the breeze. Sometimes th
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1989 2 0
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I am alive, and I am hungry. Angry, I want more. I am not content with what you're offering me. Forty hours a week, two weeks vacation. A mortgage and car payments. Wife and kids, a dog in the suburbs. It's all incredibly unexciting, unsatisfying.
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1989 0 0
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No matter the guidance and support she received from her parents, her psychiatrist, and her friend; no matter how hard they tried to remind her of her humanity, Azure believes this chimera form is her true body now.
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1988 19 15
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as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
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1988 21 16
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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1988 3 1
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You never knew How to express What you didn't know You felt With your words You picked on You taunted You destroyed Did it help To feel yourself Did it work To disparage Those who were Innocent and young Blameless For living …
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1988 7 0
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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1987 8 0
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What can I say about my brother, Stroman. We are twins and we hate each other. He is an honest, brave man with scruples. He is full of bullshit. He thinks I am morally twisted. He probably has a point there, but I don’t see what that has got to do with
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1987 19 18
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He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.
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1987 24 7
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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1987 5 4
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People tell me my personality is a drug. Could be. My shadow is a spine. And I have the current density of copper. A welcoming face. Opium eyes opium thumbs. The piccolo is parenthetical. …
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