8 1 2
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and the mass exceeds the buoyancy/
and gravity pulls you back,
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1500
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Jimi, Jim, and Janis
Kurt and Amy too
They died and gone to heaven
And fit inside a shoe
Room 114’s where they lie
Their eyes wide open
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3223
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My friend, drunk, spoke to me / outside a bar where we hung out; / and his eyes were red from tiredness,
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3534
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1900
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Most people sitting underneath an overpass are homeless.
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1701
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“You see, I represent one of Annette's clients, and it's quite possible he's in serious danger. And I'm concerned now that Annette might be in danger herself.”
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4233
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She wonders if he will do the dishes. He said that he would, but that doesn’t mean anything. He said he would do them last week, said he would save money, said he would come home last night. He didn’t do any of those things, either.
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4734
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Not with a bang but with /
a whimper, they say, /
that is how the world will end. /
I am not Ophelia and there is /
nothing beautiful about my fall.
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5333
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being cursed of course, I already knew,
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6600
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nine
seven
thousand
debut
novel
words
i love you
thx for reading
by
#aksania
#xenogrette
#MINE
#novella
#birdking
#pixies
#ASPARAGUS
#SPACETRASHVIOLET
#SEX
#DOROTHYNOTROBOT
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3456
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5564
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Marge didn't eat lamb or pork.
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5088
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That night he dreamed about a duel with toothbrushes....
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4297
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Bangs swept up with a Lucite clip, small full breasts brushing against cloth and skin the color of a communion wafer, the tall girl walked across Jackson Square. The Artist, packing his paints…
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3832
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Part three of the exciting real life horror series set in Carecorp, America's corporate hospitals.
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4476
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Who are all these people hanging over me like grape vines? Like Gargoyles? It's always been the same old thing. You wanted to know what I am always laughing about. About all these people hanging over me like blowing leaves. Like balloons. Let's get serious. All…
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7055
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We know the big one is out there.
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4121
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“Portrune!” he cried. “What do we make of this?”
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4333
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41116
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I’ve blown out my shag haircut
and it’s big.
BIG-big.
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5255
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My face turns to promise more, but my insides are browning.
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4475
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soon enough
the orphans will unsheathe
their pistols and the hash fields
will be emptied of sparrows
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9997
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affiliation: still not in a pagan death cult was just out on the thawing lawn lying belly down, too soon sucking spiked lemonade (not blood) up a twisty straw life is a string of unknown songsslow reveal, we fake our way along service: devour wayward stars …
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9121
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A monochrome should carry memory home. But across its greyscale there—no face—and though out of place might it not be on the blindside of my mother—this she hides a secreted note. A man is out of shot whose jacket made of wool I can see fills out the…
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63109
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Your tunamelt cadence / Sank me to ocean floors
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5511
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One of his big failings was getting pissed off about things but not troubling to fix them. He was working on it.
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771110
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and watch the bird play and squirrel play/
and the twitching of cottontail noses
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611210
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5133
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Driving alone
again
across the U.S.
I thought back
on my first relationship.
As I sd to my
girlfriend, because I was
always talking, Lynda,
I sd, which was not
her name,
the darkness surrounds
us, what can we do
against it? Or
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67159
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Rewarding the kindness of strangers.
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