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"geographies of madness, swarms of faces"
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1063179
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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
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900
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she suppurates, supplicates, operates, dredges through phrases she shakes, licks the truth from burnt edges, attempts to articulate fate from the ashes while Pluto, her final date, waits without passion.
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26821
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...lying there across my vision, a cereal grain pours through the window...
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96155
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How the hell do these 1/8 inch long red-eyed flying insects wind up in my kitchen anyway?
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87555
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In my 14 to 15 year old life in the late 50s I worked as a clean-up boy in the neighborhood butcher shop up on 5th. Ave.,
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77334
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Consider this. Only a sentence ago we were complete strangers, oceans of time, distance and thought between us.
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49764
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We were going shopping, and they put me in the women’s shoe department at Macy’s so I would really have something to write about, and maybe you can imagine what happened.
Well, this one woman sits down right in the chair next to me, which I thought a
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the making by taking away
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17998
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Where are the wads of gum thumbed to the undersides of ancient desks, each crusted barnacle evidence of a bored teenager? Where are the pencils stuck in polystyrene ceiling tiles? Pacing the empty room, Zoom tiles like alphabetized gravestones to a lost year. Alone,…
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17077
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Watch the ocean turn to yama budo ink, darkish blood swirling with the salt water.
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47555
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At step blinding speed we all alight somewhere in the world
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