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poon fred / loop ilo/ bussy yubb tree
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210900
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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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210900
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Once upon a time a queen was blessed with twin sons, which she named Nosch and Amiaivel.
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210875
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When detox-man drives away, the windows down, the radio playing on the classic rock station (The Eagles), he thinks about moving out of town.
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21081716
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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21081711
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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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2108105
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The waters rose / on the earth
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2108158
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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210840
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Let whoever may read this know: I am an evil man, and I have done evil things.
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210864
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Riding in a pick-up-truck,
the radio wailing
some 'love em and leave em" country song,
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210897
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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21072116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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210743
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Words are not like bricks. The neighborhood flowers from within the rituals that enframe the drinking of a macchiato in a café. Now it hovers over the page.
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210782
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Jerry tries to be funny saying, I think Charlie Brown should kick Lucy in the head when she pulls the ball away; either that or they start making out. Ewww, but they're both eight years old, Sandra says biting her lip, tying off her smile. Jerry won't focus on her…
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2106125
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The right is empty, waiting to receive the load like a catcher behind home plate.
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210621
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“Your brain, your brain tries to make sense of things like this, specially life-threatening weird shit, so in my mind the grass was on fire and driving out swarms of invisible bees that were stinging us to death. Invisible killer bees. You don’t shoot be
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21061918
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He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.
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210667
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“Too perfect.” my therapist intervenes in assurance, “You did enough, really. More than anyone else would.” I know the subtext is that I possibly did more than I should. My appointment is coincidentally later that day, after his goodbye letter arrives in
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2106165
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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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210600
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The corpse lay silently in his open casket. Dressed in the finest silken suit. Italian. Rubber skin pulled over his bones. Arms folded in eternal prayer.
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210653
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She wants her mother back and all I can give her is this—over and over. She doesn't want my mouth, wants no kissing anywhere even. Just this. Like this—quiet and rough. Quiet because her stepfather is napping in the bedroom next to…
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210550
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Please direct your attention to the flight attendants as they demonstrate the safety features of this aircraft.
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21051516
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You should be calling 911
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210599
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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210586
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in her monestary mission, with her rosary and candles, time holds me here
my feet got the travelin' blues but my hands tie old women's bones to my hair
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210594
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And I watched,
from her warm bed,
the curtains dancing
in the window
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2105156
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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21051414
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That was before Cohen died. Castro died. Castro Died should be a title by Samuel Beckett. Once I nearly went out to buy a bass clarinet just for the purpose of playing along with Leonard Cohen.
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210473
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see this:/ ink-stained paper/ littering miles
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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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