1999 14 12
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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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199921
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flash read. have fun *cheers*
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199822
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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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199821
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One sunny day after Christmas Eldon went ice fishing with Grandma and Grandpa at Haymarsh. He was not fishing for Ice Fish but for regular fish who swam under the ice. Craig was there too. Craig was wearing more pairs of socks than anyone. He was wearing 3…
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1998218
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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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19981311
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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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199844
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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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199743
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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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199710
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As I was checking out with the receptionist, Dope came barging through the door and told the guy at the front desk that I needed to be booked for this sonogram “right away, like within the next 72 hours.” My hands started to shake and my lower body b
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199722
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Why is the ghost of John Lennon haunting a house in rural Oregon?
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19972013
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There’s / no crying in poetry!” says Coach / Bukowski
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199634
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I’m going to stop there, before the darkness sets in.
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1996148
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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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199633
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"Dad, I already told you about your wife. She’s not coming."
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199688
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The moon begins to rise over L.A.
while the roaches try to crawl up
the sides of the mountains surrounding the L.A. Basin.
While fires rage in the forests of the night,
here comes the moon over the horizon,
big and haunted, pock-marked and coo
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19952416
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Veiled by tenuous clouds and dirty air,
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1995123
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I read the ending to her and it was clear to her--clear as it could only be to a woman, to a woman you're in love with--that I had been describing her.
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1995129
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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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199400
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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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199422
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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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199340
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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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19931511
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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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199320
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The phone rang. Pete wiped his heavy eyes and squinted so he could see. He looked at the clock. It was five o’clock in the morning. He rolled over and tucked his head under his pillow. The phone rang again. He ignored it. It rang again. He picked up.
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19923013
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I had felt suddenly lighter and next thing I knew I was watching Leonard Tucker and Sister William from somewhere near the ceiling. I saw myself, too, at my desk, holding my songbook out in front of me like everyone else.
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19924218
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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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199299
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The last one I tipped over the edge was just like all the others: fragile, pale, humming to himself as he sat on the ledge overlooking the gardens.
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19911516
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You should be calling 911
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19911810
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I miss my fire from the first three races
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199122
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I saw life and beauty choking
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199174
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Start with a long look down the alley, a small hoodied figure turning in.
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