December 2010
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I want to fuck you until we merge into a Chimera. A mythical beast with penis...
– Synecdoche, NY
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Jeffrey McDaniel, "Survivor's Glee"
I strapped on an oxygen tank and dove into the past, paddling back through the years, emerging from a manhole on memory lane. The boondocks were doing just fine without me. The car dealerships. The trash heaps. The stream of consciousness where I learned how to skinny-dip had slowed down to a trickle of amnesia. All the houses had been gutted, except mine, where my family was still eating...
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Jeffrey McDaniel, "Survivor's Glee"
I strapped on an oxygen tank and dove into the past, paddling back through the years, emerging from a manhole on memory lane. The boondocks were doing just fine without me. The car dealerships. The trash heaps. The stream of consciousness where I learned how to skinny-dip had slowed down to a trickle of amnesia. All the houses had been gutted, except mine, where my family was still eating...
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Any time you start to feel miserable it’s only because you have mistakenly...
– Guy Finley
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I am as bad as the worst, but, thank god, I am as good as the best.
– Walt Whitman
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Jeffrey McDaniel, "Grace"
Glance at a woman on a train platform. Suddenly we’ve been married for years.
I know all the delicate nuances in her nine dialects of silence.
Can pick her from a thousand others just with a sniff of her neck.
We sit next to each other, as we always have.
Our elbows touch, like the tips of matches. Exactly the way I remember.
When she says excuse me, this is my stop, there is nothing...
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Adrienne J. Odasso, "Meanings"
The rain could mean a lot of things. It might mean that we’ve caught a cold front, or that this is the End. Any number of possibilities. At the moment, there’s water leaking into my train car through a tiny gap near the floor. Even though we’re moving, the rain—that clever creature—is finding a way into our hearts, or at the very least our shoes. I know that the storm is nothing in comparison to...
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We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden.
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe