The pool deck was covered with the bloody footprints of resident gawkers.

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The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/ exhausted from Skillman Wok/ perfumes December air.

It is sunset in Havana. I am sitting at a table in the little apartment on the second floor. It is 1930. The baby is asleep finally. He is like a little cherub cupid breathing shallow in his crib. There are some rumors of guerilleros executing someone in the hills off…

...as he rounded the curve.

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wear that short skirt and those high-heeled boots

nevertheless, this crowd had come up with a universal cure for humanity, and regardless of consequences . . .

“Dang it!” ¶ “Don't worry. You've got a future in academics.”

Hi! How can I help? I imagined the tech support person to be Chandler's age, but then everyone sounded like a sixteen-year-old to me when they chatted online, especially when they were tying to help me with a technical problem. …

I’m taking the Last Train to Nova Scotia When suddenly we bump up against This 3 foot wall that Canada is building To keep us out

I used to dream about flying over the ocean in nothing but my shirt, now I dream about driving through fucking Kentucky.

Freshly fucked, Shirley exhaled enjoying the lingering sensations. She always felt lighter after a good orgasm, and this had been one for the record books.

from now on you will always / keep something broken / within you

Eating my teeth off pulling the silk from my lips and swallowing each kerchief wholejust trying to find the priest who has his heart set on a motorcycle

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still curious of the taste of eggs finally licking my plate