1975 1 1
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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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1975 2 4
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"kissing her with every muscle in my neck."
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1974 30 13
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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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1974 10 4
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3D is killing my porn career.
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1974 0 0
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“For Chrissake! Just get me one of fucking Tony's half-assed, made in China bullshit, getaway cars. My plate is hot!” I had never hated cars so much before. Not so much the cars, but the sound the cheap ones made when they drove past my house. The…
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1974 4 4
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by the time he's moves onto knives, she has appeared in next door's window: sliver of nut-pale belly, fingers wet with suds, nails painted bright as glitterballs.
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1974 3 3
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On a corkboard in the entryway of the Leetonia Shurfine Market a curling handwritten sign said Room for Rent. Kitchen Living Room Laundry Privlages. $65 Weekly.
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1974 3 3
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"Dad, I already told you about your wife. She’s not coming."
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1973 13 11
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1973 6 5
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I. Sweet Anthill The anthill is in front of my house. It started with a cupcake I dropped on the ground, frosting first. The ants started to congregate, carrying sprinkles and cake crumbs into the deep sidewalk crack. A week…
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1973 2 1
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I built a house in the middle of the ocean. I used sunlight for nails. Wind for wood. Stars for chandeliers, the moon for a doorknob.
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1973 3 0
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1973 24 11
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whistling some blithering tune, trotting around the kitchen in his underwear with his ribs, a long row of meatless tragedies that screamed for something other than the meal he was making.
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1973 27 18
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. . . there is nothing so selfish as sleep.
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1973 16 16
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WITH A BOW TO DOROTHY PARKERWhen his fingers sped along the keys, I'd need to sit. I'd such weak knees. I thought him charming, tall, and able, then he overturned the table. Chili, crackers, cheddar cheese crashed on me-he'd been displeased. I…
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1972 18 14
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I become a lake, a river, a stream, an ocean that will one day be able to move anything, anyone.
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1972 14 9
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It's eerie. There are no birds. My friend and I take our morning walk in a bubble of silence.
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1972 3 2
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He wasn’t there for the beginning or the end. In the beginning, he was still a wild thing. Nothing more than a voice in the chorus of the Dark Continent, back when it was a thing of terrible beauty and attracted people like the old man; people who breathe
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1972 3 2
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Love at first sight?
Not for me.
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1972 2 2
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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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1971 0 0
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A human cop and a cyborg detective team up to solve a case. A sci-fi-pulp-noir-detective story.
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1971 15 7
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My editor even said so: “Ralph, the Karmann Ghia is the only car for Henry. The only one he could have possibly driven.”
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1971 17 9
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I turned on the television last night, and one of the networks had a segment about a girl with no nose.
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1971 8 4
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When I was thirteen and still lived in the desert I saw a ghost woman at the top of a dry waterfall in the foothills.
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1971 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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1971 15 14
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The mandatory is not / your friend
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1971 9 6
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But do come close enough for me to hear.
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1971 29 16
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a world of probability against plague
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1970 6 6
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As military tears soaked into hymnbook pages
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1970 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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