1881 6 1
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I can feel the souls
of those who perished
here
They’re still here
like old kites
hanging in the sky
tattered, but they
won’t come down
or can’t come down
just yet
because they haven’t
fulfilled their
unborn promises
t
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Jasmine invited herself over and plopped herself on my futon. "Let's fuck," she said, bluntly. "I want to."
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"Special delivery for a friend?" he asked. "Postcards are a wonderful thing. All people want to do nowadays is send e-mails. But what's better than putting a postcard on the fridge?"
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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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Angelina Jolie, seducer of Brad Pitt, tattooed mother of rescued orphans, and the unlikely daughter of Jon Voight who broke Billy Bob Thornton's heart, is only two blocks from me, in a travel trailer on Seventh Street, gently rousing herself from sleep.
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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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He wears an old black tux, shiny at the elbows, and his gray hair has been styled and sprayed into a fragile tornado. On his lap sits a Chihuahua wearing a bridal outfit—veil and all.
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But do come close enough for me to hear.
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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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The mother was happy, though. She was happy because she could make him some soup and then she could feed it to him in bed.
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On the bank of the stream, we take off our clothes and dash into the water.
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"You are wolves circling, eyes burning in the dark...."
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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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3D is killing my porn career.
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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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Momo told me not to mind her, but I did. At night, after he'd tucked me in, I could hear him on the phone in the living room, talking for a long time. Early this morning he woke me up and gave me my backpack. ‘Put some clothes in here', he said. ‘We're going on a trip.'
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He had no leg to stand on and so what could he do but fall down, which is exactly what he did.
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There's a mirror in front of me and I thought it was so I could see myself, but I didn't want to see me.
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The impression old Updike left on a young mind.
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1877 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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A discussion at the homeless colony under the expressway overpass crossing the river:
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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I need a different storage solution
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Hi, I'm Alexander Payne. I hate sex.
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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January 3rd EST/January 2nd PST 2002 It's 1:45 am or 10:45 pm depending on your philosophy about changing your watch when you fly. My plane is scheduled to land in San Francisco soon, but I'm completely disoriented because I've just had my first post-9/11 dream. …
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the pollen of your kisses and the shouts of your love shaking the sky
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Alma Tucker settled into middle age with the comfort that escapes most women. Her festival queen days gone. Along with her wispy waist and cherry blond hair, replaced by broader curves and graying tresses. She was content with the way age had changed her
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"Why didn't you tell me it was Halloween?" he asked. She shook her head. The doorbell rang.
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