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I woke up this morningandthought about what you said the otherday; how you hoped I wouldn’t turn out to be like all those other guys.Like Regina..
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Angus Chitty took an old Underwood typewriter to Washington Square Park, sat down on a mountain cliff, and began typing: The focus had shifted..
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You told me you grew up in a foster home.Fantasized about being adopted by thatanguished young couple you saw in yourbedroom window on that chill New ..
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A flag was raisedand the pope puthis hand to hisforehead.An oldman cried into abouquet of flowersand candles stayedlit on a sidewalk.A young woman kep..
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My prose was flaccid, a little crass, lacked clarityand structure.My characters were about as developed as a third-world country, and my analogies wer..
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I shower, shave, shovel some eggs down my throat, and worry about losing my job because my manager thinks I’m “unconventional and withdraw..
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She wore a white Sapphire ring. Chain-smoked Menthols. Always blew smoke rings. She’d sit at her desk, mumbling, “Wonder how much I should..
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Wherever he went he drew brazen stares.Rebellious, uninhibited character.Never wanted more than a conquest,never told a girl he wanted to have a relat..
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There are days when all those secrets and issues come back to me like an extended, slow, acid flashback.There was something boldly experimental and od..
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I’d be off to the nearest bar drinking something the bartender had perfected in a test tube in the backroom, where he mainly saw inside tradinga..
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