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"Now, I'm not no Holocaust Denier . . . I just think it was a little bump in the road! Like Reagan said about Watergate . . . 'Mistakes were made,' and all. Well, shoot . . .…
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~our silly cosmology of visceral pleasure~
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I made this robot. Everyone was making them. Mine was a vacuum cleaner with a rubber jack-o-lantern mask taped to the handle. His name was Z-Bot2131F, but I just called him Brady, after my dead brother. Brady, my brother, had come out cold, and…
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3D is killing my porn career.
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The first thing one notices about rocks is they are essentially quiet creatures. Adverse to long discourses or extended bouts of conversation, they nevertheless are quite engaged in life.
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There could be a Reagan circle/
with a Maggie Thatcher suite.
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I feel his hand on my face, feel it brush past my lips, and I taste my sister's blood.
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Every single girl, from junior to senior (and a few counselors too, I suspected), wanted to make out with Marty Miller. Did he know how drunk with attraction I was?
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In my choppings, I come across a tiny carrot amidst the baby carrots. The runt if you will.
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So I wrote you a poem
Sorry if it’s geeky and weird
But I’m not your traditional guy
I mean I can’t even grow a beard
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Above our bellies we are beautiful women with luscious breasts. Where there is skin, believe me, it is flawless, irresistible. Most of us have long hair, but there are some among us who keep their heads close cropped for aerodynamic…
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faith in gravity/permitted them to extol/the guillotine's blade.
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It must be nice not to have to worry About certain things because those things are not yet In your circle, or in your circus, of life. I don't begrudge you for being almost grown in A much different, sweeter place and time. I'm thrilled By…
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My drunk friend is built like a hastily packed trash bag; full of lumps and portending very dark things.
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Because it seems never to be beginning, always picking up in the middle with it’s long resonant tones, which themselves begin as if they’ve always been. Maybe that’s why we love old, sacred music. And by we I, of course, mean my two-year-old Charlie and m
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Mrs. Death was walking in mountains where everything around was still. Mr. Death? —in another hemisphere, wandering (last she’d heard) through a vast forest.
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Donna and I get out of the car...
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Night LifeThen things started getting weird. I could give you a time frame but it was back when times didn't matter really, one hour as good as the next and the minutes used to be minutes not the digital counting that makes this crazy world now spin. Here was…
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If I could say only one thing more to Tony who died a month ago, there is one thing I could find to say
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You should really see my father's bunions. They are as obnoxious as fuchsia bowling bowls.
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alright, alright but not so much of a friendly little cigar-chomping companion-like a friendly ghost! That sweeping hair of longed for sleeping only awaits you once you've drowned too …
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Granny says Jesus works quiet and curious but mama leaving with the UPS man weren’t no great mystery.
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She slipspaper thinshe ripspaper thin
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“The price of everything's gone up,” I say. “But I don't have to buy you chocolate if it's costing too much.” She says nothing and bends her head again, gnarled hands slowly breaking a family-sized chocolate block into pieces.
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Suppose you should bend your whole body backwards you know like a powerful bow and push the rest of your true self forward in my face just like Georgia O'Keeffe in nineteen-nineteen, push it all over in my general direction? My gaze would …
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Anyone thinking they aren’t alone on life’s journey has their head up their ass.
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ghosts are local plagues/of unexpended grief—tears/can't be bodiless.
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The moon poured more/
light into the sky/
yet we kept on talking
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The model takes off her clothes and poses nude for our class. We draw her likeness on paper.
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