1918 19 15
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as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
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1918 2 1
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Six weeks, four thousand dollars, and twelve hundred miles later, I figured I was done with the cleansing process.
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1918 18 8
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"leaves &damage, &shifts of shape"
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1918 42 18
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At the Cimitiere Montparnasse he offers the girl his raincoat. I'm searching for Samuel Beckett, he says, and holds an umbrella over her as she consults her map. We're close, she says, pointing. I'll go with you. Then we can visit Simone de Beauvoir. My name is Scarlet.…
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1918 15 8
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Being simple like this, knowing a thing is done by doing.
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1918 23 10
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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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1917 18 10
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She was a forward-motion girl. She never bothered to learn to walk as a baby. Instead, she stood up and ran.
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1917 4 0
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Gyan Ban Thoughts - This post is about aspiring models.Scores of these dreams get killed everyday under the arc lights. Exploitation is rampant and millions of cases go unreported.This story is of one such incident.
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1917 27 12
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Borges must be so proud somewhere
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1917 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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1917 11 7
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I've been avoidingyour beautiful fact for years in just the past few hours it seemslike it was the scariest plague on earth. Andit worries me becauseit's something so new that Idon't know what to dowith myself.Yes I wouldn't knowwhat to…
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1916 5 2
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My mate and I are owned, but have freedom to take to the endless sky.
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1916 20 16
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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1916 3 2
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Oh, you can’t stay, your poetry/
Is still out in the world, maybe when you die/Your volumes will make their way/Not just here but
everywhere
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1915 5 4
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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1915 16 9
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1915 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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1915 9 6
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The throw was the last leg of a triple play.
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1915 9 7
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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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1914 1 1
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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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1914 6 3
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No flinch, no stretch, no letting the cook get all golden about the chopping block.
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1913 10 4
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3D is killing my porn career.
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1913 2 2
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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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1913 6 3
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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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1913 5 5
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He moved his rotten breath closer to my mouth, like he wanted to twirl his tongue around just to see how it felt.
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1913 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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1912 15 11
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It came up heads so he is going first. He puts on a condom and gets in
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1912 5 2
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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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1912 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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1912 3 1
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Picking up a perfect stranger—perfect meaning dead, in this case—and shaping him into the man you’d want him to be is not so easy.
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