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It is not rough like most grappa, but smooth like good whisky. It removes all edges, freezes the tongue and erases the memory.
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It was one of those sweltering afternoons that San Diego endures only several times a summer. I'm riding on El Cajon Boulevard, with my friend John in his old Chevy pickup. John is a lifelong San Diego resident and fanatical Charger backer. He's talking up some…
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To assist you in recalling some of Episode One of - "A Poem by Jasmine Coriander-Semolina": My head lifted up slowly as I looked up through a gaussian blur of fragrant incense smoke and saw she was crying. She whispered that her daughter, Pastina, was last…
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Mr. Wazzeldot has seven legs. He lives very comfortably. He likes to sit by the fire. There's a large cushion for a chair, and in the evenings, he sips his Bloody Marys. I know because I visit him…
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He had an addiction to elevating himself to higher levels of potential: some would call this ambition.
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Thus was Rent-a- Rat, Inc born. At first it was Rent-a-Rugrat, but we changed it so the Army wouldn’t be onto us. Our first headquarters was out of a damned tent on Red Square, but we would get the hell out of there as soon as we could muster the necessar
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Whenever my mother’s will-to-live wavered and her hand reached out for the electric fence, my ash would whisper, “Live, live.”
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colors dancing on metric vectors
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The voice on the other end mumbles, not forming words, but I understand: I am to be the starting third baseman for the Detroit Tigers.
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Steven 33 started small, made it big then opted out. All the great pillars of the world’s economic construction do that. Steven 33 saw an opening, then sold the idea just before yesterday dawned. His first fortune grew from fear.
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she's bent over and reaching into the oven to pour fat over a chicken. I just want to tug those pants down and thrust.
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The old man is dead,
body propped in its cart
like the dead El Cid
strapped on his horse by Jimena
to save Valencia,
and yet...
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The body receives its embrace but / only by the anti-body.
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Sleeping at home gives an inkling's idea,of absent last abstractions. Muses surf unknown unknowns, through keyways of sidewalk approaches.And manifold techniques frame afoul light's fated But ultimate demise.When once of…
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The carrots were being pulled from below, one by one, accompanied by a cork popping sound as the leafy green tops disappeared in the neat dirt row of adult plants. Anticipating the next one to go, I grabbed the top and pulled back against a surprisingly strong resistance,…
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This anachronistic portion of the novel opens up a new and revelatory portion of the story which clarifies much of the mystery surrounding the developments.
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I understand why Warhol said/
“I want to be a machine.”/
Forget this sorry clay.
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It is your hamsa that protects us,” the girl whispers to me.
“Then I shall give it to you,” I reply.
“No,” she says in the unselfish innocence of her youth. “It is yours and you must keep it.” I smile and kiss her dirty forehead. Eternity passes whil
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Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to get where you need to be.
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I was awakened by a disturbing dream. He was no longer with me and I felt afraid. Everything was cloudy, almost blurry. I couldn't see much in front of me, but I knew for sure he wasn't there with me. Then he said the words I feared the most “I don't love you.…
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And the ocean was black and green and blue—as your dress that clung to your body’s curve. Round as the bend of the water trailing the false line of the shore.
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lying back on inviolable sheets, your breasts spread apart like a child’s open hands
you’d look up at me and smile
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Mary had no shoes. She told me they were stolen by someone at the shelter and I believed her because she stood there outside the Arlington T stop in a pair of tube socks. She told me she wasn't asking for money. She told me the shelter was serving seafood today so her…
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Vegan friends, the following contains descriptions of hot dog and chicken eating. But 'vegetarian' is late Bronze Age word meaning Poor Hunter. Like 'fisherman' mean only good in water - Mongo Cro-Magnon Part One The BEST hot dog I ever ate by mike whitney, 63, in Clay…
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Sometimes the universe is a coin flipping so fast it’s hard to see which side is polished and shiny.
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I'm somewhere on I-10 in Mississippi, barreling westbound at 80 miles an hour through a rainstorm on a late Wednesday afternoon. The last road sign I remember was for Beauvoir, some Confederate general's…
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“What the fuck!” Duke muttered, amazed at what he was seeing in the darkened store. A thin curtain of smoke was rising from under the baseboard like an inverted waterfall. It stretched the entire length of the left wall. Holy shit, the joint's on fire! I…
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She was Clementine Cropper and didn't you know
She's the one you remember when there's talk of the blow.
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It was the middle of the night when she started hearing voices.
She thought the voice was saying, “Hello Dolly, Hello Dolly,” and that was when she called the building manager.
It was the middle of the night, but he came up to her apartment anyway, be
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