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She'd make a great catch in the rain. Because in the rain nothing moves. No cat girl of deep shade eyeliner. No saint of dark corners.
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Maybe it's a suicide clock, counting the drops of blood on the bathroom tile. A cancer clock counting the number of good cells still willing to fight. Maybe it's a justice clock, counting the remaining days of freedom you have left.
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Everyone asks that question. The short answer is: he brought it on himself.
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The conspicuous police car was conspicuously just ahead.
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I’d like to thank no one.
But especially my first love in life
For putting me through hell
With all her lies and eternal sweetness
Toward all her many leading men
While maintaining she was virgin
Until she met me.
What was the point?
Ah, y
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There is some debate about what kind of twins they are. It’s a fissure between aesthetics and science.
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Her legs splayed out
in front of her.
She was a mess
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"this is the year I'm going to plant a yucca tree in the garden."
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I grew up in a little red house filled with books. Both of my parents love to read, and the proof piled up in every room. Current books in the bedroom. Books from the last ten to twenty years in the living room and kitchen. Old books from their childhood and college days on…
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This is the poem you leave behind that you die in the middle of.
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I kill because I can’t stop. I kill because I can.
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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Sitting in the car, John had the urge to kill himself.
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"Living is easy with eyes closed/misunderstanding all you see.'--John Lennon That's an ache that's always inside me. How you'd rathertreat people as if they don't matteras much as some nice sounding words in a song. Their voicesas less than an annoying wind? Because…
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He was a Decembrist but he was not / one of the hanged
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She knew that she was bland and overweight and dull; that what was beautiful in her was locked away like a tiny maiden, far, far away in a tower, too difficult to find or reach. She must face her lot, grateful for her family and her work.
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I looked down at Earth and imagined this porn star who’d asked for my help.
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You want to be Teilhard de Chardin? You’re getting started way too late.
There’s a better chance you’ll be tomorrow’s Peking Man if I bury you in the cellar.
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This is a story about Jim and Robin. They are strangers. Or at least they were. They are at the same party, but standing on opposite sides of the room. Robin is standing near the door thinking, “I wish there was someone here to talk to,” when she sees Jim. …
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On some evenings, when I would sneak out of my room, I'd sit on the verandah and count the streetlights. I'd count the stars in the sky and trace the moon with the tip of my finger and consider how anyone could make it through the night when there were so
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The daily slog on public transit is a battlefield. Tensions are often higher than a presidential debate, but throw a wrench into the gears (or a tree branch onto the tracks) with any “severe delay,” and add in one or more of the below faux pas, and we’re
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the mountains did change/became looming purplish waves/their spray washes us/we rinse slow 'neath lifted waves/that must be at least this tall.
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Then, relieved to have cleared the air, they peacefully returned their way of living.
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Hi, I'm Alexander Payne. I hate sex.
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Coffee comes in KCups and you can't fight five wars at the same time.
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That’s true, you know, what they said about the drummer and spontaneous combustion.
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I imagined cool, wet clay oozing between my fingers when I'd squeeze a tight fistful.
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