2079 2 2
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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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2079 8 2
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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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2079 3 2
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He wasn’t there for the beginning or the end. In the beginning, he was still a wild thing. Nothing more than a voice in the chorus of the Dark Continent, back when it was a thing of terrible beauty and attracted people like the old man; people who breathe
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2079 17 16
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Ed wants to watch the last half of the football game. His wife wants him to mow the lawn.
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2078 6 7
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“Too perfect.” my therapist intervenes in assurance, “You did enough, really. More than anyone else would.” I know the subtext is that I possibly did more than I should. My appointment is coincidentally later that day, after his goodbye letter arrives in
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2078 21 16
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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2078 20 16
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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2078 18 5
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2078 15 3
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He stopped the shower and recounted his life, now Kin-less and plain.
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2078 26 18
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Rothko explored horizons,/
blurring figure and ground/
by omitting the figure.
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2077 4 1
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I'm delighted to report that I've come up with my own school of thought. It's called, "Dress Like a Cat Until You Get What You Want."
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2077 5 3
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She wants her mother back and all I can give her is this—over and over. She doesn't want my mouth, wants no kissing anywhere even. Just this. Like this—quiet and rough. Quiet because her stepfather is napping in the bedroom next to…
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2077 0 0
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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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2077 3 2
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This is what my summer has come to: me, out of a job, aimlessly driving around the city looking for places to write, places to read, places to occupy my time.
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2077 4 0
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Let whoever may read this know: I am an evil man, and I have done evil things.
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2077 9 7
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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2076 1 0
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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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2076 2 1
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“Hear that?” asks my wife Amy. Books in hand, we relax on our flagstone patio. A shaft of late-day sun borrows through the maples' leafy canopy and deposits a dazzling, sunlit pool on Amy's lap. …
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2076 9 6
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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2076 0 0
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You would never see me the same again. You'd always be peaking at me from behind your mother's apron.
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2076 1 0
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Azure became silent. She never thought of her death before, nor thought about actually fighting creatures and saving people’s lives.
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2075 7 5
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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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2075 0 0
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Soft voices in private, in the street,
city noise violence disappears
she blinks her eyelids
and I can hear the lashes
intertwine and pull clear.
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2075 17 11
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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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2075 4 3
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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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2075 15 8
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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2074 6 3
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At night, instead of sleep, there were new and secret pleasures. Half-awake lessons in dexterity, in the limber material of human life.
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2074 1 0
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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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2074 16 5
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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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2074 14 5
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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