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“Ever read a guy named Bukowski?” he said, stroking the scar on histhumb.“Charles Bukowski?” I said.He nodded.“Some.&rdq..
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She smokes cigarettes whiledoing deep-breathing exercises.Drinks coffee toreach her target heart rate.Has a way of whispering withoutsounding like a c..
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I just never applied myself.I’d draw pictures in my notebook.Pictures of superheroes and their weapons of mass destruction.(But at least they ne..
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You were saving yourself for someonewho wouldn’t create new civilizations in your bed.You walked with evangelistic ease.You weren’t about ..
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IWith an eclipse in the sky,a bottle of Remy by his side,and a bowler on his head,The Follower, inert and enervated,pulled a paperback from his knapsa..
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I feel the tears behind the curtains of my eyes,waiting in the wings for their grand entrance,
waiting for their cue,
waiting for the actors o..
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So I'm on Bumble. A pic of an attractive middle aged Asian loads. She's in a customized wheelchair. I swiped right. Please, God, don't judge. I just d..
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The tender old manSo frail in the midnight moonWaits for a new day
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It's Christmas Eve. It's raining. None of the presents are wrapped. We'rewatching "Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer." Brittany cries when all of theother..
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It is amazing how there are no Confederate statues of women.
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