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pluck me from the charred grate
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204510
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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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20451716
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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2045117
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He was her summer fling, the first cock to crow when the sun rose over her tequila smile.
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204596
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The phone owner pre-writes his or her dying words! The app stores them and releases them at the moment of his death!
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204475
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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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204495
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I found my black dot nucleus. School got me in the 10th year with the numbers spilling outta my head, but now I got the cell on my mind. Everybody's floating around this joint all pink and green college clean, yellow face Japanese, or the jet-headed Greeks with their…
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204422
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Why is the ghost of John Lennon haunting a house in rural Oregon?
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204473
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Like all professors, I'm required to maintain office hours to help my students so I'm at my desk every fourth Tuesday of months without an "r" in them from 10:30 to 11:00 p.m.
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204496
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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204354
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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204301
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meanings figure into traffic streams reds fade, trickle down the long ‘V' another passing human ear; tall, tall buildings paper poised on horizon. situations gape in and out of seconds corners turn to disappearance, witness follows fingers…
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204397
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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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2043109
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Sometimes, they beat their masters home...
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204370
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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204251
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unbury yourself from the silt and give me some seal love.
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20422116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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204252
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Having a single blurb on your book cover is like having a single friend in grade school. So I lied.
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204297
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"... I knew Willie had gone— out the back door or out the side window. I knew he probably slipped over the fence behind my house into Lou C.’s backyard..."
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20421315
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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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204200
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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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204176
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Butch the Labradoodle sets some necessary boundaries.
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204163
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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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204132
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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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204173
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“There are no inhibitions in here,” the postman shouted, gesturing at the dance floor with his Marlboro Light, the glowing tip aimed at a woman in a taut skirt. Leaning far forward, her hands nearly touching the plywood floor, she planted her feet and beg
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20411716
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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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204010
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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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204080
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What can I say about my brother, Stroman. We are twins and we hate each other. He is an honest, brave man with scruples. He is full of bullshit. He thinks I am morally twisted. He probably has a point there, but I don’t see what that has got to do with
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204000
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Casting nets like Jesus to a metaphor sea
Admittedly as weak as me
But I need the hike,
Like we still like Ike
To tell us about the Military Industrial Complex
Though he never told us what came next
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2040126
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After the show they talked at the famous comedian, reaching the way they do, with their arms. Their arms are curved a good way, a better way than the older white planes of my own.
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