Literary
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To eat and drink with grace, that is, with elegance and appreciation for form and with respect for function, is good for the soul; the inexplicable self in all of us, who happens to know the meaning of life, but stubbornly refuses to let us in on the...
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Look out the window I want to fly But I’m in this fish tank (this is not mine No this is yours) You left it here When you took me out of the water I was gasping for air (I was fighting for my right to live) No, I am not bitter You ta...
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Sylvia wanted the ocean The ocean didn't want her It chewed her up and spat her out like a piece of meat that's too spoiled to stomach Death came to her as a sunrise ends But she was accepting She was at an equalibrium with death...
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But so I was looking through this junk store. I think I was looking for things made of wood, but I was also just generally looking, taking in the overwhelming amount of Things. I spent time considering the many stories that ended when the owners of t...
A SCENE AT THE BAR, OR RATHER, AN...
Cigarettes in an aluminum tin, matches, three weathered coins, a copy of every free publication in Denver, one journal bearing a sticker for ‘Fancy Tiger,’ one small Phillips head screwdriver, one pocketwatch, the notebook with the stic...
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I love her. I’ve been fortunate enough to spend many an hour with her as we approach the conclusion to the second year of our relationship. During our first date, I was confident I’d made the right decision. Conver...
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When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at a cloudless blue sky. I had decided long ago that cerulean blue was indeed my favorite color for the sky to be. In fact, if the climate were to maintain itself year-long; seventy-eight degr...
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This glamor and bullshit is nothing but a tool shed,is force fed with lies and deception , feel like am in a permanent inception, this life has become an obsession.am a dying conception an abortion after birth created for e...
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waves of assumed feeling lap up on the shores of my skin beating on my sternum like a drum and the wispy air brushes my white body illuminated by the fluorescent light in a room filled with smoke and cigars....
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somewhere under my eyes is the wrinkly muscle where the way i live love and function reside. i am a professional drinker of tea and expert of feeling sun hit my skin and chest. i have gotten watching the stars down to a fine art. and the only ...
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we are passionate. we are no longer entangled in the connections of all the world. we peel back each others complexions and perplexualitys. we walked to Spain. we smiled at the three story flower pot no one had ever laid the dirty littl...
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I lie awake in a fever dream that familiar smell reminds me of my old friend. we had a love affair with life once and I had one with many others I was locked up for ten years or more in my mind. we unfolded our blankets a few to many times an...
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why would an owl wear a hat? ...
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You know everything about a guy after you give him head. It’s in the way he asks you to go down. If his hand forces then he’s a prick who expects to be satisfied first. He is the same selfish dimwit who thinks girls like deep-throating...
I Would Like You Better If I Didn...
People are always more interesting when you don’t know them. When the extent of their existence is infinitude. That is why strangers are so enticing. Capturing...
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I never know what to think about when I masturbate. Watching porn gets me horny and wet, but I never touch myself during the show. It seems disrespectful-to get off before t...
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Working Girl It's hard to stay positive when your work uniform resembles those of the girls working any corner on East Colfax. What's worse is when you need to make a bank deposit on "Fishnet Friday" morning before your shift. How is t...
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freedom steps on relationship’s toes and insecurity can't breathe enough. forgive me free me forgive me now not then or six months from now and make love to me. eat peach yogurt leave cherry see...
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Time is almost up. His life will begin within days.He is proud,excited,and ready to start his life.He stands equipped for what the future holds,and prepared for the adventurewhich is set in front of him. He has completed the tedious task of High Sch...
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Fast fast fast heart Beats Out of these hands, veering away, wrong path I want what’s never around And I’ve been everywhere Looking It’s hypothetical, fleeting, it’s amazing It’s more than I can take It’s e...
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I knew from the moment you emerged that she would find animosity in my existence as well as an unalterably unconditional love in your existence. Within mere seconds until death do us part became an eternity, a prison sentence behind the bars of her...
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Two drunk profits Two drunk poets Two rambling vagabonds with deceased eyes and philosophical minds ' Don't do what I did' 'Don't do what I did' Six empty bottles of vodka Two alcoholics 'Don't be like me!' 'T...
Meanwhile Back In The Garden Of E...
MEANWHILE, BACK IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN For Eve, the choice was plain.Go to bed with the man,and the world will swell with generations to come.Refuse him and it all ends here. The forbidden fruit was nothing really.Say no and it’s back to nibbl...
The Health Risks of Genetically M...
Chris Talarico The Health Risks of Genetically Modified Foods Throughout many areas of the world, the process of agriculture is shifting toward scientific techniques...
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The world is ever so colorful that with every blink it changes shades. You might not know that but the colors you see now are probably familiar to you but are constantly changing, since not everyone sees the same. The grass can be greener for some ...
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Neon lights flicker. The moon is high. The air is filled with smoke. The gum on the sidewalk is scattered in black dots which use to be bright colors. The clicking of heels is heard as if a stampede is outside late in the night. Sequins glitter in ...
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Harry was down in the dumps one day looking for the book that he accidently had thrown away a few days prior. He had found the general area where, by the looks of it, his garbage had been dumped and that of his neighbors. Harry was getting close to...
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In a place far, far away, there was a shed in the middle of a wooded land. This shed was red and had a broken window pane that no one bothered to fix. The wind would howl through this window and make the entire shed shake as if it was made from str...
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