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The Managers are always to be found in twos or threes, lumbering greyly.——If you pass the Managers in a corridor it's a good idea to say hello. They will probably return your greeting, as best they can.——The Managers conduct meetings. They sit at the…
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“I’m haunted,” she says, “by so many things–earth shoes, amulets, seventies mood rings.”
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I’m from the Land of Sky Blue Waters. I grew up in a lake. I think I’m half fish.
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“Because the day I fucked you I caught an infection and now I have it for life.”
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We'll all face the raging river, some sooner than others.
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One of the drunk men, a dear friend, hunk, as he updated me, now living the existence of a poet, called from San Francisco to say he would take the plane to Minneapolis, do it, then leave me to raise the baby.
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Wanna,wanna, whoop de loop. Hold my baby, kiss my mom, dance the way I used to do. Desktops, blacktops, cut and paste, speed down hills, learn the rules, Sister Saint Marion, married to Christ. Sixteen, life-green, pink tights, Swan Lake, an…
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No one writes epics anymore. Why? Perhaps it's because we no longer share mythologies. Once there was a shepherd, and now there is a Google bus loaded with pricks. Yes, you say, but they are good at math. Each and every one of them. And this is true. I envy them…
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fetal position can make a man seem small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry...
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The details left undone let you know that tradesmen, visitors and strangers were not welcome.
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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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You would think that a department responsible for recovering readers from falling into the illusory realities of their books would merit an office in a less obvious state of disrepair.
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He stood in the doorway of his mother's house. The doorway that separated the living room from the kitchen. Out of habit, he picked at the wallpaper. He had done this for years as a kid. Anytime a corner pulled up, he started tugging. Just a…
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When we go to the streets/
we’ll have no guns
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Women can often be found
Sizing up each others’ tits
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That was the start of it, the vigils. Every night at the foot of the Gilt Spears a group of people congregated in a housing estate to look up at the stars. Housewives with working away husbands, fractious toddlers hanging upside down…
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in case something went wrong
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It was an autumn day, late in the afternoon, a Tuesday, when the last murderer died. There was no official announcement. Indeed, she and her crime had been forgotten. Pancreatitis, her cause of death. Quite treatable, the cancer. Nothing could be done for the gene that…
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And pity us, this generation of sighing:
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I enjoy launching words into space. Please dangle a moment here while I prepare the next sentence. Ok. You can come in now. Take boiling for instance. And hawsers. The sound of words on a sheet of paper. The manifesto for a roll of sleep. Sleep is oblivious to…
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I avoid weddings like the plague.
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People go through life all the time with only one kidney, or with some of their female-parts removed.
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Sitting on the surface of it, near the entrance to its sex,
A tiny child sitting up, the flower enormous,
The child sitting in the white light
That is almost granular.
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Bill Watterson isn't just the creator of the world's best comic strip. According to the book “Looking for Calvin and Hobbes,” a biography of the elusive and reclusive cartoonist, Watterson is also a world-class introvert. Watterson refuses to make…
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"Did you see that?!" exclaimed Judy jerking suddenly from her weathered Adirondack chair.
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The courts had scheduled the date long ago but the time, an hour always left to the warden, had yet to be decided.
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You shall hear, against your ear,
the beating of a circumcised heart.
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Sure, to a teacher, life is a paper / but what would life be to a druggist?
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