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I like violence /
because they refused to pay at attention to me /
as a child.
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Jack Krackenthorpe, Director-General of MI-5, sat alone drinking tea in Lee Ho Fook, a third-rate Chinese restaurant in Soho a mile from his Curzon Street office.
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Wesley did not rob banks in Banning County. Wesley Roberts was the sheriff of Banning County; robbing its banks would have created a conflict of interest.
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ocean and hungermy two companions at saillike Madness and Beauty separated at birth
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I found you at Darrell’s, the bar down the street.
A place where loose women and tight men might meet.
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I pointed to the strange man. “Who’s this?” I said.
Ethan looked puzzled. “That’s a man with his head on fire.”
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—Hey, lover man, where’s my breakfast? said Monique, tousling Ben’s hair.
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It amazes me that with everything this woman has to be depressed about, what really gets her down is an inadequate lounge chair.
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There, at that cabin, she had first tasted the back of a hand in anger, the sting of a horsewhip, bone-deep fear and, finally, an unthinkable act of self defense.
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Where exactly is your head at, dude?
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Your left hand cups your balls which are drawn up tight under a turgid fireplug cock. Your right hovers over your temple, thumb cocked at the cheek. Your eyes are dreamy, mouth wry, chest and belly furry and fat. You're a picture in a file on my desktop on which…
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Its edges fluttering in the dull breeze, today's town newspaper lay at my old feet, open to the obituary page.
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“Is it a dream? Or is it real?”
Questions Megumi asked herself as she stood before the mirror. She no longer had fox ears or a fox tail. Even her long brown hair had turned jet black and her lavender eyes were a natural green just like Alysia’s.
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What? No, no, where did my world go? I was in the middle of… something. What's going on? What's stroking my face?
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I ran into Geary Marston in front of the French Hotel Café, across the street from Chez Panisse. I was sitting outside at a small round metal table. A girl that looked like a Degas model was selling flowers on the sidewalk in front of the hotel. Her shor
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{Chapter iv of Undermind} "What do you think of the light in our city at night?" It spreads out in every direction, following the hills and valleys of the city, visible into the far distance from the Penthouse party room on the 44th floor. "Gorgeous!…
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Like puddles when it rains,
like relationships in chains.
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Whence came a tapping at my door, a tap tap tapping...
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Dried swirls of burgundy on the wine glass, sunlight from the wide window glittering from an edge on the stemware lip as she made her entrance, just then looking none the worse for wear, a blessing of youth to hide damage until it shows on the face, especially around…
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That was some root beer float. It cost us a grand total of $275.
She pulls up in front of Fenton’s Ice Cream Parlor and leaves the motor running while I jump out and run into the parlor.
It was early evening. We HAD to have a root beer float. You
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New Year's Eve 1984: I was a hit with my outfit. When I walked into the house, a teenage girl looked me up and down and said, “Nice knickerbockers.” My cousins dragged me to the living room floor which was crowded with my family dancing and I started…
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There was plenty of sadness and disappointment---that was expected---but also a weird unexplainable freedom. It was as if his real self was no longer tied to his body. No, he was floating a few feet above things and looking down placidly, forgivingly, on
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don’t let them take away our youth, even if we have to beat the paint out of birds the way we did when we were young. I knew we could do anything, so let’s go back into that world and describe the new dawn all over again, even if we have to use the frozen
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Slipshod shoes were the first sign of a meltdown. Sometimes she could see it coming. A prickly gentleman washing his clothes on a Thursday afternoon. One week he’s fine. Nothing wrong with owning a sour face. The next Thursday, his shoes don’t match.
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At 1 a.m. Route 205 is empty. Del drives. Carla sits in the darkness with the directions to the Nassau County Jail on her lap...
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She was outside the house with one of her unlit cigarettes dangling from those chapped lips, she was carrying the can of kerosene and wearing a pair of red Mary Jane shoes, even her footwear smacked of violent drawing mystery.
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Guilt is a full-time job
Without benefits
No vacations
No coffee breaks
No free lunch
No maternity leave
No paternity leave
All you get is the ability to be
Paralyzed with guilt
You will freeze in the night
Without a blanket
Becaus
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a sixteen year old girl
Denim
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