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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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212262
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her heart just nodded knowingly
....yes, dear
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212100
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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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His wings were down when he got into the truck. It was a used UPS truck we’d bought from someone in Berkeley, and we painted out the letter “S,” so that it just read “UP.”
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212100
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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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212100
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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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212100
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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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He had her pinned to the back seat, expressing his love. Do you love me? she whispered in his ear. Do you, do you, Jimmy Dale, do you love me? His only response…
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212021
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Standing hard at the windowCold clouds move, slowBlue horizon in the distance—It's just a slice of blue.All this beautyI miss it in the bitterness.I'm consumed by the missingThe emptinessThe unfairnessAlways some unfairness cropping upand capturing joy.Glancing high…
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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212074
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Start with a long look down the alley, a small hoodied figure turning in.
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2120158
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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211922
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Patrick Savage, who has died aged 29, was a poker player fast on his way to becoming a cult figure in the music scene.
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211910
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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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211999
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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211943
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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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211976
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Butch the Labradoodle sets some necessary boundaries.
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2119119
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strumming on the pipe/blowing on the lute's body/drumming on the horn.
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211963
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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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211921
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poon fred / loop ilo/ bussy yubb tree
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2119164
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Somewhere along tomorrow, I will forget I have the right to do this.
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21191414
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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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21181516
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You should be calling 911
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21181918
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He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.
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2118165
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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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211853
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Maybe God couldn’t find His bifocals, and that’s why my check for ten million hasn’t shown up yet. Maybe a stray dog in heaven ate my check. Maybe God went bankrupt like everyone else. Okay, so maybe at the end of life I’ll balance my checkbook.
I do
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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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The waters rose / on the earth
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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