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Sometimes the scenes were benign: a chair draped with a blanket, the smell of black tea. The other ones infected her late into the day: one from a girl with henna hair who wordlessly handed in a form. Patrice saw a noose dangling over a wooden chair and f
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Lindsey and I are both talking loudly about things we would never talk about in real life, under the impression that this is all somehow instructional for Di. But I think it's really more about us. Di gives us an excuse to talk like two people unjustifiab
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I can never tell if he’s drunk or using some sort of substance or if perhaps his brain just doesn’t fire at the pace that we have come to accept as normal.
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We had sex, but hadn’t established a strong relationship. We liked each other as more than friends, but I was worried that Claudia was acting as a honey trap and spying on me for Dan Arris.
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I walked along the beach today, and there I saw them all; including the latest lost: little Tiven, Tommy, Michaela & my Paul. Grandma painted at her easel, set upon the dune. Uncle Eddie bent in half, laughing like a loon, Oliver growled…
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Once upon a time I sat in summer chairs beside cool vine walls. This was in a borough east of the major city, where families gathered in seasonal joy, by blooms fragrant, to worship the summer and its might. There is nothing diminutive about the world when one is…
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Eva stepped out of the hut she and Javier shared and slogged through the mud toward the coop to fetch fresh eggs for Javier's breakfast. None existed. Javier became angry when he didn't get his eggs. Eva slowed her pace as she neared the door. She knew wh
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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T-Rex's arms are very short, so he uses his mouth to catch and throw the frisbee. The disc, an allopleuron shell, comes flying toward him and his powerful jaw muscles tense in anticipation. When he catches the turtle shell he wants to crush it between his teeth and knows…
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I write to make visible my small/
assertions against impermanence.
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Hey Handsome Rich Kid / Do you want to go boink boink in your Benz?
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"How about our kids? We have an obligation to protect them from poinks."
Cyrus snorted: "WE — gotta horse turd in yer pocket?"
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It was war without beginning or end.
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The smooth, sandy bottom feels soothing underfoot. But there are random patches of quicksand, and if you step into that stuff you’ll plunge straight up to your waist in sticky silt that is crawling with leeches.
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I’d made it to the motel parking lot when I heard the footsteps. A sombrero may make me look good, but it does shit for my hearing, so the bastards were able to scoop me up real quick. The first one gave me a hard slap on the top of the head with an opene
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“Mescaline occurs naturally in our bodies, you know,” I said.
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Randy stood in the alley behind Krasnowski Construction with a loaded gun shoved down the front of his pants. His friend Todd was inside, unloading the safe. And when Todd walked out the door, Randy was going to shoot him in the face.
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Led Zeppelin's best song
ringing in your head: the one
about being
down
by the seaside ...
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Six months later, she was teaching theology / to refugees from est.
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“Kids,” I say, commiserating with my partner Bink. “You can’t live with ‘em, but you can live without ‘em.”
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sometimes the urge to write
is like the urge to fuck
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feeling obligated to write/ is like feeling/ obligated to fuck.
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[testing ... one, two, three ... testing ... is this thing on? ... ok, here goes:]
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Ellen Noel Fawcett was born in 1940. She wasn't a war baby; it was too early, and anyway her father had a bad back. He was a draftsman for US Steel. Her mother worked in the same place in accounting. Back then, the city was dark and filled with black air. Not…
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It was a lousy night to be lost.
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The rooms of our house are guarded by effigies of the saints. Anthony of Padua and the Virgin Mary team-tackle any visitors I try to sneak in under cover of darkness, and for added security, St. Francis of Assisi waits on the dresser with a kestrel on his
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