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“Pupilo Durcál!” She yelled. “You stupid pendejo!” He limped along without another glance. Rosa suddenly realized her dreams all week were really omens.
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2116158
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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211682
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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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211600
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The number 25 double-decker bus threads its way through the narrow two-lane streets. Coughing and burping without a hint of embarrassment, it carries us from the train station, with its cheerful round clockface and neat front of red brick, over the weepin
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211633
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"Dad, I already told you about your wife. She’s not coming."
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2116164
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Somewhere along tomorrow, I will forget I have the right to do this.
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21162618
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Rothko explored horizons,/
blurring figure and ground/
by omitting the figure.
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211521
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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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21151918
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He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.
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211500
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Azure walked through the fog as though she were walking to class. Her hands swayed through the mist and felt the thickness of the cloud through her fingers
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211410
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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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21142116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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211487
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Megan beat up on herself later over the unsaid.
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2114165
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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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211476
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Butch the Labradoodle sets some necessary boundaries.
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211400
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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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2114119
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strumming on the pipe/blowing on the lute's body/drumming on the horn.
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211463
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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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211497
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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211399
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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211343
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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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2113105
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The waters rose / on the earth
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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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211350
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Besides, that might have been the area of his birth, and if so, Jacob was now the director, priest, pallbearer, driver, and custodian of a hometown funeral
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211200
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A human cop and a cyborg detective team up to solve a case. A sci-fi-pulp-noir-detective story.
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21121814
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I become a lake, a river, a stream, an ocean that will one day be able to move anything, anyone.
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211210
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“What I really want to know is, why is a straight guy called Caspar opening a lesbian leather bar in Berlin anyway?” Shona asked. “Schöneberg must really be going to the dogs.”
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211286
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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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She asks if I would like to join them.
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211274
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Start with a long look down the alley, a small hoodied figure turning in.
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