1963 7 6
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Butch the Labradoodle sets some necessary boundaries.
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196321
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flash read. have fun *cheers*
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196396
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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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19631716
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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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196254
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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196293
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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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196271
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In 1978, a computer program became privy to my grandmother's most secret thoughts.
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19622315
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proving little more/
than the player’s keyboard dexterity.
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1962114
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Everything is illuminated. If anyone is watching, we look happy.
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196241
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I think theorems and hypotheses
but all that comes out is punching and smashing
frustrated hate flows where I'd prefer to know love.
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196221
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Fleas were a constant reminder that humans are food.
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196223
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I believe in theCollective conscienceOf Mankind Whatever the masses wantComes into fruitionSome genius will create itIf we want warWe will get warWe don't want peaceSo we never get itJust consider The smartphoneWhat a great deviceIt seems as if we should neverBe bored…
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196210
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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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196101
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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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196154
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I would be reduced to begging on the streets and hoping for a sign of her in soup lines.
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196032
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Rockin' Joe Heath stumbled into the stairwell in nothing but a black Zildjian t-shirt, shushing himself, trying to see right, pounding head. He recalled the old lily pattern of the wallpaper and something about the tattered edges…
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196086
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The Ocean used to be ours. When the stars were still fire and they were the only light burning though the dim, hazy nights, the ocean was ours. Before the smog, and the lights that were carried by the men who rose from the sea, the ocean was ours. We…
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196031
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“Tonight’s news begins with a Stone’s Throw exclusive. Intimate friends of hotel heiress Paris Hilton have confided that the talent-starved celebrity has agreed to marry Quaker Bob, longtime spokesperson and package icon for Quaker Oats cereal.
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1960218
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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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196020
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I made my way quietly out back and sat in Helga’s whitewashed porch swing, listening to the first faint sounds of big band music drift out of Helga’s open windows and into the cooling summer air. The darkness was moving in slow from the east, interrup
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19602310
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An Ayurvedic astrologer tells her that she is a child of India. Is a girl born in Indiana a mistake of just two letters on a Scrabble board?
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195952
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The storm grew in might until it spawned the worst kind of tornado, an F-5 or Finger of God.
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195992
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You never thought you were capable of rape.
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195900
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1959188
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"leaves &damage, &shifts of shape"
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195998
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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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19591210
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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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19592618
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Rothko explored horizons,/
blurring figure and ground/
by omitting the figure.
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195834
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I’m going to stop there, before the darkness sets in.
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195852
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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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