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Where is the lush moody Saigon of Marguerite Duras? In its place I have found a sweltering metropolis of scalding boulevards, people lunching on noodle soup on tiny bright red and blue stools, clustered together on urine stench sidewalks.
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With Abletofly you will be able to fly
and the feeling will be overwhelming!
A few warnings and precautions:
Don’t try to drive a car if you experience an erection lasting more than eight hours.
Stay at work. Work overtime. Don’t try to
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She can’t think of anything worse.
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I set the trap with a Tootsie-Roll penny bank and a five-dollar bill.
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Fragments that meant nothing until they became an overture in retrospect.
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Freedom comes with a price
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She grips my hand, the softest one ever, says, let's go, always conscious of her public presence, afraid her parents will see us together.
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The electricity animates my body into myclonic dance. I do not rest. I dance with the demons; I dance with Nijinsky rage. I dance with the fury of Saint Vitus and his wooden cross. My shoes are fashioned with my own fear, tanned and stretched over my feet
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We meet in cities foreign to us, usually at the unfortunate close of a chapter. The precipitating event functions in the manner of a natural disaster— a fateful region of the earth is chosen by the gods and within moments, obliterated.
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“They say she lives alone out there.” “What, like out in the woods?” “Not like way back in a cabin or anything, but in a little house out there off the road. I'm not even sure she has a car.” “What, does she…
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Sex as wide blue lake to row across.
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“While you’re down on your knees, dog-boy, lick my shoes..."
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V—
It was wonderful to see you at the Metropole last night, which is absolutely lovely. I never want to leave. I will meet Anh--I guess I should stop calling her the pop star, shouldn't I? She does indeed have a name.
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I coaxed you into stepping up to the promise of a new friend like a carny, not expecting to ignore the wedding ring wound around my ring finger or the want to string Ben Franklin's skeleton and fish for lightning after we had a ghost for a first kiss.
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I reach the subway platform at 1:00am. I study the gang graffiti on the wall across from me, something I don't see when the sun is up, when the platform is filled with clicking feet and impatient coffee drinkers. Out of the corner of my eye I see a…
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