1921 4 3
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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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192122
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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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192154
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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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192121
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flash read. have fun *cheers*
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1920125
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1920189
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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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192063
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For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
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1920185
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192043
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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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192022
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And by God he made it to heaven! St. Peter waved him on in...
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192021
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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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192096
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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19201411
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She'd liked the name of the tanker. The Amoco Cadiz.
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192097
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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191921
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A killer enters the room. No one notices, and the show goes on.
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191900
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1919218
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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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1919149
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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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1918247
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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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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19181412
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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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191822
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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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1918105
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I never killed a cop before.
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19181414
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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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19182618
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Rothko explored horizons,/
blurring figure and ground/
by omitting the figure.
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19181912
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He held my little hand in his and guided it through the dirt.
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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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19171315
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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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191673
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see this:/ ink-stained paper/ littering miles
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191621
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He tapped his foot, swished his hips, swaying across the worn tile floor with an invisible partner in his arms, the batter-coated spoon still clutched in his right hand, momentarily forgotten. Nearly a decade had passed since he last shared a dance with h
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