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Maybe, after years of writing poems like letters, he began to notice that no one ever wrote him back.
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Dedicated to the memory of Mat Paust.
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With reverence - prayers falling on twisted wires, exposed to show the twisted, spiraled core to the inquisitive eye.
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the little white lights i see
mean many different things to me
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Through feeling her life story,
I understood mine, more,
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in the chicken house
this morning. The second
one this week. I carry the stiff hen
out to the back pasture
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IThe squirrels danced in the treesthey leapt from branch to limbto the struck down tree trunkthick with barkthe creek was overfilledlightening had lasted for days"Just one more day,"she told herself"Just one more day,"before the sun comes out againthe lightening had cracked…
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The gated community of Dos was named for one of Babbage’s landmark educational figures, Ms. Dos.
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When words were first born
They were like pure prayer
I could see them in the sky
And hear them whispering through your hair
But now they’re like dreams
That only sorrow owns
We still need the sun
We need to find
Solace on the ground
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The sirens didn’t eat the sailors
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It was 14:24 official eBay time. Louise had spent hours looking at over 30,000 items under “Elvis Memorabilia"
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No one is going to find us. And even if they did it's just a play someone wrote with you in mind as the lead. No one is going to find us. I could have told you this but I didn't want to spoil your newfound fun. No one is going to find us. The funny…
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“Okay, so I'm lying naked in this coffin with my big dick out,” George W. Bush says. “Yes!” …
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in dark recesses of this morgue of earth / where beauty of the good does not compel, / where evil's horrors seldom do repel— / Americ gods reign o'er from birth to birth.
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wonder
at all the things done
without regard for you at all.
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She'd had every reason to believe he'd be difficult, though he wasn't.
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The woman who lives on the first floor once loved dancing naked for her lovers.
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Gotta be jumpin'
gotta be hummin' some tune
even when I'm alone
I'm flirtin' with the moon
(back down below)
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Our ink was disappearing. All of it.
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"Polio?" people wondered. They asked: "Is that contagious?" Nobody knew. It was 1953. The epidemic raged on. Children in some towns were being made to stay indoors during the polio season for fear that the disease was airborne. It was putting an unnatura
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Like a small meteorite, a white cloud falls. The journey seems to have been long since it cannot spring up again, its wings being exhausted. Like a scared and shivering bird, it curls into my hand. Its apparent fragility prevents me from tightening my grip. A unique…
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day dreams, at last!
Timetables colliding, time tables
alarm clocks
Sunday stew
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nothing. But it could be something. I don't know. We'd probably have to agree on at least one thing for it to turn around. And face us. Then it would have to be named, set free. We could watch it fly away together. That's a portend to…
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I admit that, on Twitter, I have been trying to annoy Glenn Greenwald so much that he blocks me.
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“Well, of course I served in the CIA . . . everybody did, back then!” he says with a grin. “Two goddamn bloody well years . . . I was a regular Nyland Smith, I tell you. …
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