691 8 6
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There will be no more internal birds like singing clocks, not like the lovely ones I know and still look forward to hearing, ringing like little bells in the church y belfry of the newly sprouting mornings to come, not unless the birds…
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1205 6 6
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Assimilated wheat germ
integrated ant worm
the capital of brazil.
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1524 16 13
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I am a purveyor of leeches. All my
friends are purveyors of leeches.
We meet weekly to compare our wares.
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1012 16 9
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Our disappearance would register/
as the movement of a sand grain/
on a windy beach full of sand.
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1150 19 14
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Before she flushes the toilet the world is spinning.
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1048 11 7
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... his skin glistened
like a sharp blade
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1154 16 11
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1069 10 9
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Catherine, after another haunted, bewildering morning wondered if there might be a way to hide from her nightmares. Was there a way to trick them? Shouldn't she try? She drove over the bridge, something she didn't often do, to buy…
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782 0 0
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All Karin did was watch from the street. No movement. No reaction. She just watched.
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1021 3 3
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This is a warrant for your arrest.
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985 4 3
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I’m just living in my RV
Guess my parking karma won
Got some pigeons for my pets
Cause I’m sorta on the run
I’m just living in my RV
And I’m not the only one
But I’m getting kinda bummed
Cause I miss my little hon
Tried to kick my gambl
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1045 10 7
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and where have the years sped
how distant was your youth
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1321 12 8
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The people with the lucky faces Are always sneaking out more credit For everything than they deserve. Maybe They are right, maybe it's our fault For buying into the myths of the Land of mirrors. The people with the Lucky faces haven't…
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286 21 9
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1695 29 18
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The story of my life/
would put insomniacs to sleep.
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943 6 5
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You're sitting in a darkened theatre with Gothic ceilings and one exit watching the latest Alan Ladd film with William Bendix and Veronica Lake.
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1049 7 6
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Steven was a hollow tree of a man — outwardly normal for a tired fortysomething, but empty inside. He lived alone in an old farmhouse that reeked of decomposition and Lysol, the previous tenant having left a dozen skinned raccoon carcasses in the attic.
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939 1 1
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Everybody knew the McDonald’s at the Waterfront was selling theraflu stamp bags, and I guess I’d heard how bad it was for you—they’d had reports of dumbasses ODing on channel 2, 4, and 11—but it was a lot stronger than regular heroin and a lot cheaper...
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1478 24 13
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992 6 4
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After the ship stopped shaking, the angry flashes of warning lights discontinued, a few people could be heard sobbing or whispering prayers.
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585 25 16
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There was a man.There always is a man.Let's say this man was a hippiein the sixties and grew a beard, a blondbeard and hung out in Central Parkwith his guitar and his lyrics. Let's sayhe took too many drugs, drank too muchbourbon, slept with too many women.Let's say it is…
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1184 9 8
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On my twenty-second birthday, in the spring of 1979, I had a crawfish boil, my first. Ninety pounds of red mudbugs on a picnic table spread with newspaper, my birthday cake sitting at the end of the table like an afterthought.I hadn't…
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763 4 4
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Wheels are spinning
On the country roads tonight
I’m driving all alone
No one else in sight
And the wind’s in my hair
And I don’t care
Yeah, the wind’s in my hair
And I don’t care
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879 4 3
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Once again, I start the engine.
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246 11 9
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1286 16 17
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Sharpie marked, Free Still Works
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1389 8 8
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Public voice when he's tense.
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1150 17 15
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One of the men leaned over and spit long and dark next to where the dog lay curled. He said something about the senora, and the other men laughed.
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1275 7 6
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She crossed the room to a tub in the center, the great woman with flowing locks of bronze, turning the taps until a heatless white became warm enough to bathe in. She added soap of some kind and the light became the bubbles,…
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1487 13 11
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You'll be gone. I'll be gone. I'd hate to think how it was all for nothing, that all we did was stumble into a pretty big hole of our own making. The best place for a broken heart after all is in your own sweet chest. No one else…
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