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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
after han
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It lies in rusting riot
of shadowed days.
Flying high its emblem wings,
forever stalled.
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Blast! crashed through
Shelter of car
Violence! of blow!
On window glass
It winced! on
Four wheels
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i was in the fields, i was moss, was sticking my head in the columbine
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I’m in high leather boots; I’m talking many dead cows here and I respect that
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I stare, out a dirty window, / into the sanitary blackness.
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“3.9 million dollars,” she whispered to the window.
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Warren Jeffries had called me on the phone the night before and said, “Listen to this,” as he held the receiver out his bedroom window at the noise coming from the riot on campus. They were spraying gas over People’s Park, trying to get them to disp
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After all, if she could get through World War II with no more than a couple of letters and numbers on her arm, she could, sure as hell, get through this.
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I told him he was just paying for his sins. He gave me a look. "Why me?" he asked.
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“Just curious,” Sean says, “but what’s up with the old Pinto out front?”
She looks at him. “It’s my boyfriend’s.” Her green eyes are flat: What business of yours?
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you'd do him more of a favor to kill him, than place upon him the burden of such an abrupt change in travel plans.
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[continued from part one...]After sweeps, my schoolwork started to slip. I had trouble paying attention in class, and my workbooks and tests came back from the teacher marked in ketchup red ink. I had always been a good student, and this academic…
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Eli the dog cocks his head like a pistol;
half cock, full cock.
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When I got word from Mary Jo, she warned me that Mitchell Parkman was out looking for me with a butcher knife. I knew immediately what I had to do. I packed up my things and sold the Pepsi van and moved up to a room on Regent Street in Berkeley, all the w
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not enough of us / destroy / what we create
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I had the distinct feeling she was telepathic. As that thought crossed my mind, she smiled broadly and returned my quizzical stare. It caught me off guard, wasn't what I expected.
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