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"Tell me things I won't mind forgetting," she said. "Make it useless stuff or skip it."
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The feeling slowly arose that I just had to, I really needed to, kiss her. We had been such good friends, but I realized I could not resist this urge that had been building up, however scary.
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One can smuggle drugs inside a pussy. (also, see tags!)
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an after-thought of scattered pines
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It's one of those raw, wrung out Yonge Street Saturday mornings. The smog-gray sky is just congealing into blue over the buildings and concrete.
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His girlfriend's probably surfing somewhere in California right now. She is an astrophysicist and a veteran and a triathlete, but she's never been up in space, like he is now, in a failing spacecraft. He knows it's failing by the way the engine sounds, like…
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I cannot regain my balance
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Dear Meg, Thank you for submitting your breasts to our evening last night. Your cleavage has been carefully considered, but unfortunately I've decided not to explore further. That said, remember that I am a fan of women in general; my tastes, biases, and opinions…
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During the course of her life Cleo screwed every single President.
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You marched in step from 9 to 5, kept perfect pace, pledged allegiance to enforced mediocrity, until the day they let you go—the day you knew that you were never Buddy Holly on their plane; just another passenger, brilliant but doomed.
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She was proud of her breasts, which were large, adult size. I didn't have any breasts yet, but the doctor said not to worry.
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Our flag-draped coffins float to the surface of an uncharted sea and we appear together—patriots both—on the cover of Life Magazine.
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“The place is great”
we told the rental agent
“except for one thing
“Pigeons are nesting
on the air conditioner
in the bedroom window
“At 7 a.m. the pigeons
were having sex
on the air conditioner
“They started getting r
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I don’t read fiction he said dismissively and it was such a profoundly ridiculous denial of something so essential like saying I don't breathe air or I don’t make love or I don’t like music for fuck’s sake that all I could think to say in response
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I think about my husband, who is dead, who has left me in this position.
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I bought / a radio embroidered with pearls
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Marie knew that she should get out of the tub. She understood that Ellen was at the point of explosion. But Marie was too invested in imagining the picture she made at that very moment. As if through Benoit Doniel's eyes. As if it was a scene in a movie.
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I planned to go to the ends of the earth to avoid rejection.
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This is the head of a sunflower as well as the butt of a beetle as well as the membrane with its busy veins of traffic between sky and cloud as well as the upside down skeleton of a raindrop as well as the groove twisting in a line around your sweet kissable…
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The Italians live on top of the ruins of Roman cities and medieval settlements, of the towns and villages of the Visigoths and the Vandals, gesticulating, fornicating, craving poems, like all of us.
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Touching one of these special stones will bring out your own unique song.
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It’s never good to get arrested on an empty stomach.
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Some women, it is said, like to fuck.
This book--The I Hate to Fuck Book--is not for them.
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"You," he says, "Sit in here."
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She wonders if Minh knows fear, if it is something that forms in the womb, like fingernails.
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Once you start telling the truth it's hard to quit. You look around and reasons are everywhere. It's like a new appliance, truth-telling, a can opener that's so good you barely have to turn it.On the phone my sister asks me why I don't come out and see her in San…
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I squeeze the soft bag tighter between my legs.
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I had a dream the daylight needed / repainting.
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I didn’t hear that Duncan Pratt had been killed until I’d been out of the Army for two weeks and had gone four days without a single thought about that final year in Vietnam.
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