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A human being is here. He doesn't disappear
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... he could feel the pointed picket spears.
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He reveled in the chase, giddy when just out of arm’s reach. When to catch him, that was the question.
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Eat blueberries every day and you'll live to be a 92 year old mogul. Really.
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The day the thinking factory imploded everyone for miles knew there was a problem. The sound of the walls crumbling in upon themselves was heard for miles, or perhaps it wasn't.
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. . . she didn’t bow her head.
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This guy struts and never walks, and while doing so he reads and sends text messages and emails from his smart phone and so never walks in a straight line.
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I am standing in the kitchen, kneading dough, because this is one way to say sorry. This is way to say, things will be different now, look.
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The strange bones of language
wander the room.
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"MAN S FEET HAVE GROWN/SO BIG THAT HE/FORGETS HIS LITTLENESS"--DON MARQUISA Century of Art Everything in this chummy little place talks to your face without stopping to look and see who you really are, turns into fruits and grains, finally filling the room with…
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She’s not coming today. She didn’t come yesterday either.
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We are all in big trouble. Here's some fiction to let your soul experience the beast.
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Sunset swoony love waves
crash over me and I forget why
I didn’t say yes sooner
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Certain disorders lend themselves to poetics.
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Fred's ruined face stared back at him from a fractured, mold-spotted mirror. The remains of breakfast pooled around his feet and a pair of lace panties clung to his shoe, glued there by God knew what. Bits of flesh were stuck between his yellow teeth, alo
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then all crawl out from the wreckage
to begin a dance lasts all night
so by morning we'll be tired
surprised we're still upright
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It was the first time I had ever seen a possession.
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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
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My name is Wanda McClure and I lived in the foothills of Eastern Kentucky. A small town miles off the interchange, and mostly in the middle of nowhere. I lived in a trailer. I was 52 years old.
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This was not the bar that the artist usually frequented.
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It was a lover’s dark. They had been talking for hours when daylight lost interest and had gone elsewhere for sport.
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Is that who we are as a nation, or was that day an aberration?
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As I understand it, he crafted his art from sweat and blood; on parchment of living scrotum stretched over fretful porpentines; using a fresh dodo quill for each new preposition, and all that only on the first wet day after solstice in Yobhel. Something l
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The huge mudball has rolled downhill, catching up
one of them. Part of a leg sticking up from the surface
with its shoe still on, but we can assume the rest of
the human, or humanity if you will, is lost somewhere
deep inside it.
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Her thirteen year old daughter had hung herself in the hallway closet of the old house. Now the closet was empty and unused. The door was locked.
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When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal
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