1920 2 2
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And by God he made it to heaven! St. Peter waved him on in...
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192054
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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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192021
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flash read. have fun *cheers*
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1920109
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I ordered biscuits and gravy
at the Sunset Grill,
Just before the Amber Alert
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192096
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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191900
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191921
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...I told Uncle Lou I thought it (trans-gendering) looked like a thoughtful way of occupying the world. It was a personal triumph, for some individuals, over the destructive affects of denial. Besides, it hurt no one, and it didn’t destroy property. I alw
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191943
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A great doubt had shut out the light inside us, but each of us called for our lover at the end, and she was generous. Carrying us along inside her over vast distances, chilling our soul with sudden terrible flashes of light.
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191886
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On top of the refrigerator is a small wooden box
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19181013
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pluck me from the charred grate
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191821
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A killer enters the room. No one notices, and the show goes on.
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1918125
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191841
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I would ask for your name/if your tongue wasn’t in my mouth.
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1918189
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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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1918149
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It's eerie. There are no birds. My friend and I take our morning walk in a bubble of silence.
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191810
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Morpheus dreams… […fairground atmosphere burlesque hand-operated steam organs calliopes cut and spliced reversed harmonium kaleidoscopic grotesque waltzing carousel…] PABLO FANQUE'S CIRCUS ROYAL Grandest Night of the Season! and positively the LAST NIGHT BUT THREE! being…
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19181411
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She'd liked the name of the tanker. The Amoco Cadiz.
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19171412
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“I want to show you something pretty.”
She looked at me, chin on her chest, watery brown eyes looking up. Skin tags on her eyelids made it difficult for her to look as coquettish as she wanted. She tried to flutter what was left of her eyelashes, but syr
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191722
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We passed a dead cat lying up against a guard rail, its fur stringing and wet and exposing its bloated skin which had a purple tint to it. Not my work, Death said, smoke trickling out of one eye socket.
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19171414
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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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19172618
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Rothko explored horizons,/
blurring figure and ground/
by omitting the figure.
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191797
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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1916247
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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19161711
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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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19161315
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We wonder if this is how we tangled in our mother's womb: hands to feet to heart.
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191573
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see this:/ ink-stained paper/ littering miles
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191531
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“Can't you tell when I get lonely?”, she asks. “No”, I say. It gets awkward because she wants me to know when she gets lonely. I don't give her the attention she wants without realizing it. She moves away and stares at me for…
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191592
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You never thought you were capable of rape.
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191521
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One sunny day after Christmas Eldon went ice fishing with Grandma and Grandpa at Haymarsh. He was not fishing for Ice Fish but for regular fish who swam under the ice. Craig was there too. Craig was wearing more pairs of socks than anyone. He was wearing 3…
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191511
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Jonas Griffin stared out the bay window as he drank his morning cup, his eyes gleaming with something between wistfulness and disdain at Reynold who sat patiently in the adjacent yard, leaning against the majestic oak tree that towered in its hundred year
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