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There's something wrong with my feet, if they are my feet at all.
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Beneath their feet bedrock stretched a hundred miles
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He said, “It was only after I broke my neck and even like maybe a year later that I really started realizing that I had something to say.”
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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I do not know what zinzins is, what a zinzins is, who zinzins is.
I do not want to know
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My heart beat someone up the stairwell.
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...will it be as overwhelmingly dull and tedious as de Sade?
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Time travel - the final frontier, accept no substitutesMongo was in flux, that nano second during molecular reintegration when it is essential to remain still, a weak spot in the Cro-Borg's can-do list. The human genome contains approximately three billion chemical base…
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I ran down a list of the few car-related words I knew: Battery? Gas tank? It was an admittedly short list.
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On the news they said that there was a baby born in a stable. There are rumours that he may be the son of God but initial reports are unconfirmed.
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The girl I sat next to said she had just looked up in time to see it, Randy, and it was quick thinking that you avoided it. Randy said he nearly missed it and commented on how Judy was the only one in the world who could discover plastic bubble paste, bab
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-There are a lot of guys would pay cash money to be in his position.
-Biteman, do you mean homeless and no ID, or married to Zoë Bontemps for three years?
-Both. Biteman gave a loud chortle.
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Alicia got to third block early and scribbled down some of the derivatives homework. Others trickled in intermittently, drifting to their seats like impurities getting caught in a filter.
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Then I learned she was revealing all our sexcapades to this young priest.
Forgive me, father, I have sinned. We had sex outdoors against a tree in Wisconsin and the tree was blending with our act and becoming one with my back rubbing up against the bark
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n truth, they are not red/
but chestnut./
But “Chestnut Wasp” lacks menace
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We call this game the end of the world...
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I spent our years together
being someone you'd approve,
and all
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Maybe this very short story is about shyness. Maybe. I'm not sure.
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I'm the joker of the pack in our office, although I think a lot of my humour is too subtle for my colleagues
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“Can you imagine what we could have accomplished, if we would have just gotten all the fuckin out of the way?” says Doug Stanhope, one of my favorite comedians, and one of the most brilliant, harsh straight to point utterances, I've heard from anyoneWe…
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There was something about the boy that made me uneasy. Maybe it was the reverse widow's peak on his forehead or the way he wiped away his snot with the back of his hand. It could have been his red flannel shirt that reminded me of the hillbillies from the mountain…
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"The Chinese don't have no Mardy Grah, bitch."
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My dad at the wheel, my mother's ulcer inflamed, she puked her way across northern Alabama that summer, from Huntsville and the rusting rockets to Tuscumbia, the farthest any of us had been west. We drove through raw, blistered towns,…
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He rolls in unbidden across the stubble fields /
Old acquaintance astride a newly booming cloud/
Under sky an alien shade of strawberries whipped/
Her watch stops ticking out the rest of her/
scheduled breathing poses
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While waiting for the water to boil she formulated an excuse that the Saitos would be forced to accept as to why she must drop Isuko as a student. Suddenly the kettle sung out like a soprano, desperate to be silenced.
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And suddenly, I have this crazy impulse, so crazy and so puzzling I do not possess enough vocabulary and grammar skills to describe what is invisible and what is visible about it. The reader must excuse me and be attentive.
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Poets die every day but are seldom in position to put the experience to literary merit.
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My name is Tom Scarlatti and my kid brother, Billy, resents me. Of course, if you read magazines, you probably already know that. You probably don't think much of me, either. In fact, you probably think I'm a rotten no-good clod, since my brother Billy the famous…
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