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Man, you never ceased to crack me up! If you thought you'd just been called a homo, you probably wouldn't want to try to disprove it by grabbing hold of a naked guy and wrestling him to the floor of a shower room.
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203743
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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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2037109
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I ordered biscuits and gravy
at the Sunset Grill,
Just before the Amber Alert
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203671
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In 1978, a computer program became privy to my grandmother's most secret thoughts.
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203610
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And my word! Wouldn’t you know it, in two shakes of a jiffy they have shucked off all their clothes and are butt naked right here in my den. I don’t have to wonder what Mother would say if she could see them here. “Keep the noise down, boys!” I ha
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203622
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And by God he made it to heaven! St. Peter waved him on in...
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203644
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Back arching, spine twisted, muscles tense and turning. I am putting off my work. Jane Eyre is in the back of my mind whispering about childhood patriarchy and I am still clinging to images from dreams before waking; my last lover's face scrunched and…
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203600
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He heard her crying out behind the curtain that had been drawn around the bed. Each cry was more strained than the last. She complained about the burning, called the nurses "putane" and threatened to rip out the device they'd inserted into her. He sat t
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203621
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Fleas were a constant reminder that humans are food.
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203522
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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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203560
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her: what are you worried about? me: the dog sitter.
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203574
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Start with a long look down the alley, a small hoodied figure turning in.
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20352013
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There’s / no crying in poetry!” says Coach / Bukowski
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203533
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"Dad, I already told you about your wife. She’s not coming."
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2035124
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The fettuccine is a disaster. Mini-ants have invaded the container. Barry spots them in the boiling water after pouring in the pasta, not much more than floating black specks, but too many to ignore. He dumps out the pasta and returns to the closet to…
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That was before Cohen died. Castro died. Castro Died should be a title by Samuel Beckett. Once I nearly went out to buy a bass clarinet just for the purpose of playing along with Leonard Cohen.
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203421
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It’s always daylight there
My brother comes running down the sidewalk
holding out his arms and calling my name
He’s wearing suspenders. He’s gotten thinner
in heaven
He embraces me warmly
wanting us to be friends
I give up trying to re
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203421
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flash read. have fun *cheers*
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203411
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I rummage around to see which of our many countertop appliances might do the trick. Yogurt maker? No, I need something with more muscle.
The Cuisinart--just the thing! I pick through the detachable blades—where’s the isotope shredder?
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2034129
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We were over Casper, Wyoming, when some terrorists tried to take over the airplane. They had concealed weapons.
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203340
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When the talking's done, they get in their cars to go wherever they go, and just as soon as that last car clears the path, the yellow-cabbed trucks are back and the men get out.
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20331311
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You'll be gone. I'll be gone. I'd hate to think how it was all for nothing, that all we did was stumble into a pretty big hole of our own making. The best place for a broken heart after all is in your own sweet chest. No one else…
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2033148
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I like the smoke going in
but I like it even more
when it's coming out
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203300
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The corpse lay silently in his open casket. Dressed in the finest silken suit. Italian. Rubber skin pulled over his bones. Arms folded in eternal prayer.
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203300
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The number 25 double-decker bus threads its way through the narrow two-lane streets. Coughing and burping without a hint of embarrassment, it carries us from the train station, with its cheerful round clockface and neat front of red brick, over the weepin
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2033105
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I never killed a cop before.
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203222
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Patrick Savage, who has died aged 29, was a poker player fast on his way to becoming a cult figure in the music scene.
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203296
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The throw was the last leg of a triple play.
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strumming on the pipe/blowing on the lute's body/drumming on the horn.
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