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this is not a monster; not something to be hidden in the dark for an eternityor something you put in your mouth to choke on or swallow - this cannot beconsumed.
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I offered you a piece of prose. You tell me it's just a bone. You say you're not impressed, you want nerves, muscles, flesh and ... It's solid, I retort, slick, shapely, ivoried. True, it's chipped, cracked and gnawed. Why is it so? you ask. …
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It's been almost two years since I bought it.
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Colonized Mike looked up. He had to. Someone'd called his name. It's what he'd always liked about dogs, and what he'd strived to emulate.
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She moved to a garret on the back side of Beacon Hill where the sun seemed never to shine, while he moved to the sunny side of the street in the Back Bay.
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We are cared-for – not as well cared-for as our compatriots in the north, but we eat. We have roofs – or at least ceilings – over our heads. Our children are even educated, though only a few are able to be plucked from us and elevated to one of the employ
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All creatures know death at their very core, a tacit default--
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The precarious wobble of the space station Wernher von Braun was conspicuous even to the crew of the rescue vessel as their ship made its slow and cautious advance. On his final approach, pilot Gobind Vajra killed the engines and hit the retro…
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She told me one way to deal with it would be to put everything in a box and burn it.
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Here we have the three primal elements ....
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the mountains did change/became looming purplish waves/their spray washes us/we rinse slow 'neath lifted waves/that must be at least this tall.
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You left your quiet life for a home in the city.
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While you are gone,I harvest sunflowers.It used to be the same day everday. I was stuck in the Midwestas the seasonschanged and the wind blewas twirly birds fell on my head.I let the weedsgrow long and hardbreaking throughthe chainlink…
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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Still, it was only morning.
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He wasn't sure if I was joking.
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drunkards indulge, addicts abuse
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Practice has perfected disengagement.
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You can tell your doctor the truth
Even if no one else will stop and listen
He or she may have a balm for it
To help make it go away
Or at least go into remission
Remission is the staging area for Lies
Corporate and otherwise
We don’t have
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I want to ask him why not now, right here on the living room floor when Rosie is out for the day. Instead, I suggest Sunday afternoon. I can make grilled cheese sandwiches and we'll eat them on the veranda. I'll take off my tennis skirt and unbutton my...
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People usually take fonts for granted.
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"Oh — what is this 'work' thing the philosophers speak of" sort of thing. ¶ He's honestly curious, from his point of view.
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Today the color of the skyremakes my heart into somethingless willing to break, or to judge,and I am thankful for it. Acolor not unlike walking chestdeep in the ocean and seekingbeautiful clouds and thinking Iwill be back. Dreaming with the sky.Please stop lying to me. A…
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Why are we not the clouds?
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We were at a friend’s house warming party, and Wendy lounged about with a suspicious smoke between her fingers beside me, after a while saying, “What is Being, anyway?”
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"I never had malt liquor.”
“You’re gonna have some tonight—unless you’re a pussy.”
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IN nature, it's hard to find a straight line. Stand on a beach. Look out to sea. There out far you might think you see a line where the sky comes down to join. Where two fields of blue meet. But where you're not quite sure for the line is a blur there. You…
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soft voices singing somewhere in the black back of
rising tensions crashing with the waves...
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