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You had autumn in your hair
I liked the way you sat at a table
And drank champagne
My past years have carried me
To sixteen countries
Christ, we have so much to share
Listen, I know how the other half lives
And we can’t live like that an
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Don't forget to fuck me. Blow me. Suck me. Don't forget to fuck me. [REPEAT 2X]
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Difference 'twixt night and day
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Hey, Y'all! Like I told y'all, I checked myself into this what you call a “ facebook Rehab Clinic” up here just about 40 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana in a little town called Gulag. I quit MySpace and that got me a reduced rate. Things are…
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The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.
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She caretakes, he takes care
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Skim. The stone slipped across the top of the water. The sea was a battleship grey with a liver of cerulean, foaming at the lips its puckered kisses smacking on the shore.
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A bum leaves his shopping cart
in the middle of the intersection
at 7th Ave and Perry St
and walks away
leaving everything behind
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Here it comes at long last. We just can't do it like that again. We don't have the same time. But something's wanting something more to be more than this. Here it comes again. But you bailed on me the last time around. Went silent as a…
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Called in sick at work for a week straight when I first met Tony.
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rump-a-rump, bat-a-tat, barumpabumbum
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My wife and I were looking for a "fixer-upper." We were strange that way. We were leaving a rental which had cat tunnels built into the walls. One villa we toured had a heartbeat. In the basement, in place of a well pump, was a heart made of fibrous roots which had…
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85% extra dark cocoa:/biting into bitter darkness
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“Ol’ Betty has a nice set of headlights,” he says with a wink as he springs out of the recliner.
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Jane knew what to do
when she heard murmurs in the ceiling,
knew what to do when she struck out on the moor.
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The first thing I saw was a sandal, but it didn't exactly look priestly. It was golden and glowing, and the foot it was strapped to had red painted nails. The straps wrapped around her ankles, and up her slender leg, tied off in a bow below the knee.
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At some point we all reach the end point/
of something. Something important/
if only to our fragile self esteem.
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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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R just sent me a funny text:
Nice nice shit rainbows
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Children should not be made to do things unless they want it.
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Billy's days were much like his yesterdays, with little hope the ones to come would be any different.
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There were so many suicide choices it seemed overwhelming. The chief criteria was the least pain.
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Janice liked me being in the closet while she brought dudes home from the Mack. We both liked it, but sometimes, sitting on that folding chair for that twenty minutes among her clothes, all perfume-stanky and leather-smell, it felt like the whole world wa
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Downtown Milwaukee My feet are exposed, never been out in public even out here— …
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It comes to me at night, the monster. I don't even realize it's in the room until I hear it breathing behind me. It reaches out its hands and places them on my shoulders. Its fingers are furry and soft, but strong. They grasp the muscles on either side of my neck, and I…
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the urgent, naked glow of opportunity
or
the dim fluorescent nuisance of an object out of reach
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This is a fairy tale. There is a princess who is not a princess but we will call her a princess because every fairy tale has a princess. Her name is Tanya. She's the daughter of a mechanic and a housewife. She has two brothers and two sisters. She is the middle…
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