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Holly Hope had met Latest Girlfriend once and was
pleased to see that the woman wore stylish dresses, even if
the end results looked like Liz Claiborne had tried to clothe
a cigarette machine.
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Nephew Joe, my old brother's son, came to fix our pipes. Strapping, strapless, hairless, tanned, he clinked with gold. He came out to us over the pipes... drip drip...I just wanted them fixed pronto. He took precious time. He cried...drip drip...I wanted him to stop. My…
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One of his operas was confiscated when he couldn’t pay a hotel bill. He ended up in a mental home, demented from syphilis.
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They waited until the crowd was gone before making their move. Gill kept watch while Warren bypassed the lock.
“You sure about this?” Gill whispered. Voices echoed down the hall of the museum.
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I was nine when I saw my first dead body.
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who can quite say/when careless talk & confidence/slips into that other charged thing/so minimal at first
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I smell ham and biscuits
I ain't eatin' Triscuits
No more
No more, no more
Gonna get back on my Harley
With my mutt named Bisquick Charlie
I just ain't eatin’ Triscuits
No more, no more
And I heard you know the score
Yeah, I know you
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She’s a gourmet cook who can fake a great orgasm.
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If you’re trying to carve wise sayings
for eternity to read
in a newly poured sidewalk
you don’t want to be
struggling for meaning
while the cement is wet.
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I had a friend in high school that wore a size G bra and we would take guesses on how much her tits weighed in comparison to the rest of her body. I spent a night wondering how she kept upright.
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I’m in high leather boots; I’m talking many dead cows here and I respect that
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1. we got off at the same stop. you approached me as i walked towards the stairs. i saw you looking at me, you said. i wasn't. i was looking at your magazine's cover. i don't remember what i said. i wanted to explore how to exist as myself however i wanted. i wanted to get…
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I know I’m in the sky all night
And can lie back and sometimes have some fun
But these stars around me aren’t everything in life
I still miss the sun
After your first lover threw you back
Into the frozen ocean of life
You never came back
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At times we rarely desire to be where we are at home quite as much as we desire to be where we are no longer.
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I visited his loft last week. There were many exciting new pictures. Francesco was your main money earner before, now he will be again.
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Held tight during the week, clouds now cast off their burden, flinging down a drag-net of sleet.
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No preview available due to the brevity of the piece. In fact, this comment itself is longer than the piece.
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It’s too early in the morning to play the glockenspiel. I’ll just sit here and knit this tiger.
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Most times a vertical word balloon floats before him.
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I do not know what zinzins is, what a zinzins is, who zinzins is.
I do not want to know
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At first we thought metadata rich, non-hierarchical, network based, multi-provider filesystems were our future. An arduous journey but well worth the efforts for the beforehand unimaginable user experiences enabled by new technologies that thereupon displaced the…
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I’ve just moved to New York City and, somehow, Scarlett Johansson is at the same party I’m at.
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We floated balloons to my dead uncle in Heaven for closure. I couldn't figure, at age seven, how he was under the ground and in the sky too. Mom touched Dad on the arm. It was Dad's brother. It seemed like Mom was sorry for something…
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They look like giant golden raindrops, or flying saucers, or peculiar fish out of their element
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like a reflection vanishes
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My vagina invites you to a party
Whenever your time frees up
Or now,
Now would be better
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Her fingers scampered over the table, practicing the deft stitching of the basilar artery.
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About halfway through reading some book that was supposed to be some really deep shit, I decided to write my own book instead.
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Isn’t it funny how a mosaic of neurons in our heads receives sensations from the outer world and grows into postulates and letters?
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