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… we knew just what to do
Raised bricks formed diamand-shape decorative motifs
People were just down on her because she had got an education
I am amazed sometimes to think how old I am
It brimmed and thrummed like rising yeast
Anything that happens after this party breaks up is nothing
I know what you came for
To see how black I was
She didn’t want to be like that
She buttoned her coat and left the drugstore
In no time laughter was rocking them both
Damn the snakes my man was coming for me
Everybody needs a pile of newspapers
The ping of desire that surfaced along with his whisper
Daylight slants like a razor cutting the buildings in half
A poisened silence floated through the rooms like a big fishnet
The dogs began to bark then
In her dream, her husband had written her a love letter
Buy a bigger boat
Halfway up the hill, he saw an elephant coming down
There used to be a big coconut grove here
An incense stick smoked below the images
You may not be ready for enlightenment
Wer liebt, schläft nicht
Die Kuh hatte ihm noch im hohen Alter ein Kalb geworfen
Also summt er dem Mädchen in Gedanken ein Schlaflied
Come, let’s make haste; she’ll soon be back again
Gone fishing
How could a bouquet of flowers be that much?
Interpretation isn’t my department
The secrecy of the confessional has not been violated
Ares always reemerges from the chaos
I was trained as an astronomer
A big slap of memory floats up to the surface
A man with a phone clamped between his ear and his shoulder
At this moment they are supremely vulnerable
The man in the backseat has a very large head
The boulder is in place three days later
Trees do not naturally sprout from lakes
All he can do now is totally screw it up
I met a traveller from an antique land who said:
Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert
A wild hollering noise reaches his ears through the open window
He hangs around and makes a nuisance of himself
I think we should form a secret conspiracy
I can provide secure lines of communication
They don’t shoot him, but they don’t let him in
He tries to get up on his elbows to look
A diver comes up with a piece of actual gold
The grand wazir glares at each one in turn
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