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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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193296
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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193244
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If Single Stroke Seven were a cocktail, it would be a Bloody Mary made of one part Worcestershire sauce, the other part gas station vodka, and ketchup and hot sauce packets swiped from fast food joints. Chill with ice crystals chiseled off freezer walls,
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193163
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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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193163
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Oh, also, had no idea what the whole visit to the Kingdom of the Dead was getting at. Interesting, but seems unrelated to the larger story. I'd cut it. Remember — this is a story about one man's attempt to get home. Stay focused on that.
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193111
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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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193122
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And by God he made it to heaven! St. Peter waved him on in...
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193076
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His toenails were so long they curled under and into the black leathery pads of his feet. They lightly clacked on our linoleum, tap shoes made of thick petrified roots. He didn't seem to mind.
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192921
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It’s late July, and I’ve just been given the assignment to cover Paganfoil’s ‘Warbird’ tour. To tell you the truth, I really loathe this assignment. I never, ever, EVER cared for hard rock or heavy metal or whatever they’re calling it this dec
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192980
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The trainers looked at her and smiled and they were still one creature with four legs and two heads. The old man’s left eye moved in sync with the younger one’s right eye.
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1929247
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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192943
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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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192993
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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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192943
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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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192921
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flash read. have fun *cheers*
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192997
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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19281013
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pluck me from the charred grate
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192821
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A killer enters the room. No one notices, and the show goes on.
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192863
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For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
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1928116
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192896
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But do come close enough for me to hear.
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192762
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Erwin came into the kitchen through the back door and went straight to the sink to clean up. Black mud and dried blood crusted his fingertips and caked the callused whorls of his knuckles. He used the round of strong-smelling soap he kept for…
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1927218
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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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1927149
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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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192798
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My wife stood in the doorway and talked to the back of my head. “You really should talk to somebody about this,” she said.
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19271315
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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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1927105
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I never killed a cop before.
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19272618
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Rothko explored horizons,/
blurring figure and ground/
by omitting the figure.
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192710
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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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