1916 2 2
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And by God he made it to heaven! St. Peter waved him on in...
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191621
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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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191643
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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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191610
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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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191586
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On top of the refrigerator is a small wooden box
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19151013
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pluck me from the charred grate
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191573
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see this:/ ink-stained paper/ littering miles
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191521
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A killer enters the room. No one notices, and the show goes on.
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191543
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I wriggled in the bed and felt the sheets soaked with perspiration. My arms were lined with tape and tubing, needles pressed in veins. I reached for the cloth again and again, and every time they stopped me. The hands that came were cold and hard, urgent
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191534
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I’m going to stop there, before the darkness sets in.
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1915156
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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191554
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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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1914247
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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191441
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I would ask for your name/if your tongue wasn’t in my mouth.
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1914218
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I am standing in my neighbor’s back yard in my underwear, and my trash can is clean.
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1914185
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191497
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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191392
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You never thought you were capable of rape.
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191311
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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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19131412
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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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191210
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It's dawn. It's quiet on the pond in the Public Garden. The light is calm, the pollution is mild, and everything is still,except for the occasional cruising taxi. It's the beginning of spring-- tulips out, leaves…
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191231
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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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1912189
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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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19121711
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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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19122618
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Rothko explored horizons,/
blurring figure and ground/
by omitting the figure.
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191121
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Six weeks, four thousand dollars, and twelve hundred miles later, I figured I was done with the cleansing process.
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191193
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Mesmerizing, the night’s queer colors, the darkness given depth by the earth’s crystalline sheen, by a sky choked with a million fleeting prisms. In the woods surrounding the house another branch snapped, a gunshot loud crack. The echo lingered, cap
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191122
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A little bony for my tastes–I wonder if she’s on the Lady Di diet. I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers, but it would be like sleeping with Eva Braun.
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19111210
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Some believe the Scots were encouraged to emigrate, hired guns as it were, to Ireland to civilize that population.
If that's the case, we would see it as another evil English trick. In any case, we MacGowans are Scots Irish and Protestant.
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