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The tubing unwound in her hands, unreeling like a garden hose... it wasn't always that easy...
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Juan’s tío, Richard, who works for the city and is the kind of Mexican who thinks he isn’t, took care of the lawyer. Juan checks himself in the mirror, didn’t know how good dressing fancy would feel.
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Everything I understand / is in danger.
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She feels ugly but ready for anything.
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Can't please everyone / Or sail in all directions / Sail on / Stay the course / Still the ill-pleased storms come / To suck the wind from my sails
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Loving himself. Loved by no one. Loving no one.
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And here you are. Before your time. Behind the glass.
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“Jesus fall the second time. You want a map? Ten shekels.”
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I lie on the floor of the hut and for some reason I start to think about the Harvest Days carnival and that game where you have to toss a dime in a dish to win a stuffed animal. Next thing you know I’m a little tiny guy in there in that world of plates
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Warren Jeffries left this girlfriend of his named Karen, who was also a poet, and overnight she announced she’d gone back to being a lesbian, she’d so had it with MEN! She did a reading of her new series of Sappho poems at Cody’s Bookstore,
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She was a big woman, a massive, misshapen tree of a woman, wrapped in a rain-coat the size of a tent. She wore a cap on her head, its beak peeking out, drops of rain slipping of its edge like so many pieces of transparent candy.
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The countdown is on and daily the propaganda gets more and more aggravating It appears at times that the news media dictate and orchestrate more that just report on events of diplomatic shock. A huge effort has gone in to covering this coming war and it…
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“Perhaps instead of a book I could write lists of words, in alphabetical order, an avalanche of isolated words which expresses the truth I still do not know” — Italo Calvino albumen before child grit secretlyshame august blood …
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Male genitals were usually portrayed diminutively in classical art. After forty minutes in a drafty room without cloths on, I was beginning to understand why.
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You wouldn’t believe an organ the size of a heart could scream like a nine-year-old sissy girl but mine did.
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The poems and the Lies of Zog the Obscure It was said of old, shut the doors, close the windows; get into the spaceship and eschew mankind and every earth and like Neitszche put it "wipe away the horizon with a sponge".Negative 272°C (or Not Yet Absolute Order For These…
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A cartoon of my personal insight to publishing as I know it.
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I dig with no light to guide the aim of my shovel but the stars peeking through the trees which are fuller now then when you went away.
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I saw it all, in a flash. Holy shit! I thought. This is good. I have to sit down and begin writing. This is serious. Dead serious!
I would rather be doing this than eating, or fucking, or anything. It was exhilarating. If I could only keep this up, who
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She had written down Bailey’s new address even though she knew that he could not stay in the same place for more than six months.
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I stumbled out of the Ten Bells pub, still a bit tipsy from the absinthe, but had a clear vision of what I wanted to have happen this night. The air was cold on my rosy cheeks, so I shielded my face…
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I don’t want to debate polemics while I’m sweaty and naked. I just want my hair cut.
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Being the baby in a family forces a focused outlook on life. Not necessarily profound, not even wry, but a perspective that pushes for two things - recognition, and to be in on whatever is going on.
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And now its done! Five months read! This book is batoning in my head. Its eleven o'clock AM and hot as hell, even the breeze, billowing nets through the sliding screen adds sweat, cuts me down to size. I will needs again to…
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... we both know how we go to fresh air like fish, gasping.
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“…And his smell. That Brett smell. It might become my smell…”
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like a hundred cracks of thunder / or my brain seizing up, going all floppy on me ...
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You have the right to be happy
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They sprinkled me in the holes of Auburn Maine. They covered me in grain, and salmon colored sand. My shell had swirls of chartreuse, and chocolate painted on it. I was made from glass and Gods left eye. Picked and sorted through, we all landed into a tiny paper bag…
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Talk To the Bionic Hand
“Scientists have discovered how to program intention into a bionic hand so that it will react to impulses from the brain like a normal hand”
Man found being choked by his own out-of-control bionic hand
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