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"seventy five degrees longitude
submerged
in holy rivers
out of my mind emerge
anointed paramahamsas"
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It was too late to be eponymous. I was happy enough to be an emulator. But even then, my ideas were nothing but re-runs of re-runs. Like a high-school production of Macbeth.
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It annoyed me that he could still split my mind along its faults like an earthquake, but the first leaves were falling and the air smelled sweetly of soil and decay. It was around this time two years ago we met.
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the far-flung Turner boys and their broods descended upon Pemberton like locusts
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"Just sitting here trying to ascertain the meaning of life."
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Ted rose and began searching cushions of the bad furniture in his loft (Monte's loft, if you thought in terms of leases and rent and who had his shit together). Three shineless quarters in the yellow vinyl chair, a dime in the heater, nineteen cents in t
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The ice cubes had melted. "This is Irish whiskey," she told him.
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not that we ever had before
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Neighbors trade novels
through windows
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If I pour long-winded cries on himand inhale these rocks easilymingled with whiskey sour breath but uneasy, willour thin containing still unfurl these sails?
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I have two memories of my dad. The first is a story he liked to tell: So my old woman came home one day with a worm. She sets the worm on the counter and goes into…
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We lined up opposite one another, instructed to stare into the other person's eyes for fifteen seconds. No talking. The debris of loneliness. Eyes welled with tears.
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This is no time for those of a religious persuasion. No.
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There is coffee to the right and whiskey to the left.
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