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To fall to earth and not implode, to disintegrate into a tangle of crazy limbs: arms, legs, hair, and eyes like the bark of an olive tree, the result a triumph.
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100565
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It's just another night in the old city, perched in the skeletal radio tower with my collection of telescopes
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—Pretty tulips, said the woman.
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94744
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Ok, ok, people are forever asking me, so why did I cross the frickin’ road? Dumb-shit me, of course. Consequences waaay unforseen.
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5800
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A drunken aunt blabbering away about how hard a life my mother had of it. Yes, but you must have had it hard, too.
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9676
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The top of her dresser was covered in rings. Her fingers were unsuited to the piano and anytime she tried to raise a tune on my body the chords rang bum notes.
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58698
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For Veronica, now fifty years old
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In my dream Danny’s on his skateboard except he knows how to use it. When I tell him, he says, Not fair, and punishes me by twisting the skin on my arm until it burns.
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87153
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Once, in the past or future, but definitely not in the present, I worked as a transportation minister for a friendly dictator, whose name was neither Hitler, nor Stalin, nor Kim Jong-Un, but whose mustache was toothbrush, whose smile was sardonic to the p
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It's that day in July when you feel really bummed because you can't find your favorite white sleeveless shirt that you wear on the hottest days of the yea
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Macro-Microbe parked his car and proceeded on foot, which was a misnomer because he had no feet. Typical for Manhattan, no one gave him a second glance except for a homeless woman who tried to sell him hand-sanitizer. Macro-Microbe locomoted himself insid
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The bar was dark and a little dirty, and that suited Splinker's mood just fine.
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"Merry Christmas, Willie."
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