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I advertised in the local paper for a model.
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The way she once felt for another, naked mornings in her bed, and Young Frankenstein. Sed-a-give.
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Do you think we die when we age?Or when a car runs over our hearts?We die slowly, minute by minute, every secondBy the time you read this, you've died a little
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She doesn’t answer. Ten minutes slide by unmolested in the anesthesia of cheap wine and resignation, the bouncers blurring and unblurring, the room dimming, quieting, the kaleidoscope of sundown giving way to the gentle sadness of candlelight.
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"...leafing through the
SEBRING 100 WALLAMATIC
record selector..."
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Things don't always go to plan. Gem knew what people would have said back then, of course. She wasn't stupid.
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Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
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I once saw a TV commercial that showed a group of Anglo retirees laughing around a card table. The slogan 60 is the new 20 floated beneath their fat, fun-loving heads. My parents are bona fide Baby Boomers. Their lives are build on credit and catchy…
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I whispered, “I love you”
and then, “Goodbye”
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A nice girl is like powder, quick to anger, fresh, impudent, too quick to know what expletives fate speaks. It was a cold year for trash talk and sheer silk. And yes, the fox was smoking, who could attract or irritate a nice girl with the same look, a wom
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—Man, what a tearjerker way to end an interview, said Ben.
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I have reasons to believe she’s been stealing.“
“Stealing what?”
“Steaks.”
“Steaks?”
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—Francesco, said Zambrano, rising from his desk and putting his arm around Frank's shoulder. You and me, we're business partners. Regular capital crime buddies.
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Frank met Angelique Brody on the street in front of his building.
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To write a good poem, one needs nothing but the whole intent of goodness.
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Im in bed.
Bed.
I look at the word bed written on the screen.
Bed.
It looks like bad but not quite.
Bed-Bad.
Bad-Bed.
I have a bad bed. Lets say my bed is bad.
It is a bed to the extent that it is bad. It is not good, it is bad. It is a bad bed.
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The woods. They say don’t wander too far into the woods, where those ghosts can’t hear you and the moonlight won’t trace you a path. In the black crowd of trees there’s something waiting. Don’t go to the where the siren is singing...
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I am reaching out at you, to you from the nest. From the nest, please come to the nest, to see me and to hear my life story. From the nest I go, and then I arrive at the nest, suddenly, just in time to be…
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She watches too much VH1 for a five-year-old.
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Just as one thing I say is “Don’t worry about me,” one thing I think is that you love somebody by living with them...
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It was a Thursday. That's when I found out about the blueberries. Those precious, round little wonders, now forever untouchable.I left the note on the ledge of the balcony, taped down so it wouldn't fly away.It was going to come to this, eventually. After…
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Floating in liquor only to drown the next morning.
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I may even invite the little man, who lives in the closet, to come out and visit me: Come over here, pleasure me, let me sit on your pink latex face.
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Instead, I get things like,
“Why can’t you find a nice man with cancer or a bum leg?”
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That sound. Bone against bone. Skin across skin. Blood fraying into the unknown dark. He loved that sound.
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"Excuse me. I believe you have a little something falling from your right nostril there," he said, pointing with his pinky.
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People of Earth, a better tomorrow has come.
I’m near bursting with pleasure to report that the global community needn’t worry any longer about food shortages and famine and the like. Why? My patented insect-enlargement gun!
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When they first brought me home, I was their pride and joy. Then, one day, they put me in this wooden box.
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