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Once I got a phone message telling me to be at a radio station on a Sunday afternoon in the summer. I drove out there and was met by this guy, guy #1. The parking lot was empty, the offices were empty, and the studios were empty. As guy #1 escorted me into the place and down its halls I looked around and saw that it was outfitted with excellent equipment, that it had a tower out back and a dish.

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Coughlin had always intended-- expected and welcomed, frankly, for his mistress, Josette Neuar, to sing the leading role. She was a "DMA" which for some meant Dramatic Mistress-Soprano. The poet was abhorrent about it-- she was terrible.And yet the poet curiously—and mysteriously—claimed the work was about specific events in Ms. Neuar's life. That was a short-term strategy. There was also the

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They made us do it- to each other we ever encountered. After the first day,senses divided and went home. Nuts and talc were all that mattered to theheads of boards in the days that followed up. Noticing where memory wasrecovered nightly, gave me an idea of what needed to be explained inpictograms. Hope is poured for sealment of the deals. Help is measured byit's overbite's reach. Clavicle

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It is part of how I learned to love CHIC.80s materialism really turned me off but I bought Chic and after all these years I still have my original copies. Over these many hundred weeks I have listened every couple dozen months or so to hear if I still don't understand.Something this way came, and i was finally able to comprehend the ease of CHIC and will no longer disrespect CHIC.I stuck with

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Cop: Have you considered our offer?Eddie: What do I know about Arabia?Cop: You know gangs and tribes. You know deals. We’ll teach you the rest. Unless you want to go back to prison...Eddie: I don’t trust you. You’re after something big over there and you need me to get it.

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Q:I Hope for U SO much and feel so eaegr FOR U fel I canot WATE taht teh exp3ctation on3e more 2 c ur faec agane macks me fel F3V3RISH and mah haart bats so fast-- I go 2 slep at night and teh first THNG I KNOW IM SITNG THEYRE WIED AWAEK CASPNG MAH HANDS TIGHTLY AND THINKNG OF U11!!!!1!???A:OMG most honors mah styla who learns under it 2MOST D3STROY teh da nuh BGINNG INHARENT IN BIRTH can maek

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Little Phil Alguin was a three-time loser discharged for time served in California. Little Phil had a long rap sheet: dope pusher, addict, fence, burglar, armed robber. A month after leaving prison Alguin killed an L.A.P.D. Detective whom he believed was following him. The gangster fled to Mexico. Mexico refused to extradite. Little Phil Alguin took to the comforts of Ciudad Juarez.Meanwhile, the

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Eh, not too bad. Here are a few corrections noted and sent in from the first edition of "Public Works" by Neil Hagerty (Drag City Books):Page 94, Line 23:"Ware all that is left...should read:"We're all that is left...although, to be honest, "Ware" seems allowable given the context.Page 140, Line 27:...running around." I said.should read:...running around," I said.more to come...

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12 chairs in a horseshoe pattern.Paranoccio: Where's the King? Are the rest of you staring at me? What do they have? What do they do? When I am doing nothing or worse are they just sailing through? Everyday this torment mounts my soul. I cannot help but think that they are trying to gain control. I really have to know-- for if I can't the possibilities which could unfold...Oblesse: Wonderful--

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I'll have the last laugh, at the foot of your grave.He who laughs last will leave you there alone, laughing.You will never see the end of your plans.Who is right?This is the test: He who laughs last, laughs best.My friend, I won't desert you.I will be by your graveside, as you stood idly by my sidewhen I was choking, beaten down.You laughed at me then. But this is the final test: He who laughs

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Intro:She said she saw him in the newspaper. Dreams of the river and the day they'd swim. Promised to return in the way of light. It occupies her time even at midday.He saw a woman dressing in front of a mirror when he was young. In his thoughts he saw many dresses to cover her. He covered his eyes but slowly.He's in a work camp now. Strike was broken. They ran pictures of it in the newspaper. He

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Sweat Pants, White Shirt over Baked Beans TeeBlack Pants, Donkey Tee over Long-Sleeved ThermalBlack Pants, Red Shirt over Donkey TeeWhite Pants, Baked Beans Tee, Black JacketSweat Pants, Red ShirtBlack Pants, Black JacketWhite Pants, White ShirtWhite Pants, Baked Beans Tee over Long-Sleeved ThermalSweat Pants, Donkey Tee, Black JacketBlack Pants, White ShirtWhite Pants, Red Shirt over Baked Beans

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This is getting strange. I heard that Saul Bellow died and I'm reading "Herzog" right now. Needless to say he was one of my favorites. But a few weeks ago I was reading "The American Commonplace" by/about Robert Creeley and then he died. I can only hope that Elmore Leonard has the best medical care available and looks both ways at intersections.

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I heard that Robert Creeley died and I was sad about it because I have a lot of his books and I like them.If you walk a certain route everyday that takes you past a stone wall and a chain link fence you might see markings, paint and scrapes come and go on the stone, and see weeds that grow up into the links of the fence.Weeks, months go by and the marks on the stones change, the weeds get cut,

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I cannot accept, and you cannot accept, complicity in this sad event. It’s meth, I’m sorry, and we must follow the pipeline to wretched financiers. Forty tons a month, it adds up and needs organization and some discipline. Seize a million pounds, if you want to absorb the atmosphere one breath at a time. Tasted France and Spanish, asked around, rolled like De Soto back through your hometown.

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Legal immigrants, handicapped beauty, a suffering cop, mother off the roles, a dog for the blind, athletic heroes, an assault victim, child care workers, tribal refugee,

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This operation, given with consent, performed upon us in the hopes that we might sleep and not sense, inflames nerve endings. Acutely aware of neurogenic inflammation, the origin of which distorts recognition of the origin, a scream seems like a pleasant dream cherished anxiously through seven days awake.

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This house is unhealthyWe are shut up in here:cousins, nieces, aunts,second cousins and a dog.Betty was moping around today,threatening to leave.I got Betty to promiseShe'd leave me all her cigarettes when she goes.The dog leapt at Kevin.Betty ran across the roomThe dog turned awayand attacked Betty.She finished out of the money.

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"Make me into that creature I desire," you prayed. It's a nice place. It's new to you.Take a swig from the blood of the lamb. Let the heat lamp soak into your hands. Regret everything that you threw away for no money. In houses near the highway, no one is moving, no one wants to stay. I could get into that.You really don't seem to care what happens to you but in a funny kind of way it's like

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You know that hornets nest is just going to grow. To grow. The message, is it clear? Do I have to spell it out for you? The cause?Calamitous Aggression Undermines Salvation's EnterpriseThe prize: mock dissent and suicide. If you can't tell the difference why pay less?Porn skanks poolside, moonshine on the moon. No one knew you. Detachment just kindled worship and romance. If you can't tell the

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I poured some coffee and went through last week's newspapers looking at obituaries. I found what I needed: a memorial service scheduled for today. From the newsprint epitaph I learned that the deceased had lead the right kind of life for my purposes.I armed the security system and changed the passcode to one-six-one-zero, Hoyt Wilhelm's lifetime strikeout total. As I walked past my gate, into the

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TERMS OF INTEREST:Jerk - audience memberSkull - make a funny faceTalking woman - delivers lines in comedy skitsBoston version - a cleaned-up routineGadget - a G-stringMan at Desk (picks up phone): Hello-- King, King, King and King.Caller: Let me speak to King.Man at Desk: He was assassinated sixty years ago. We still use his name out of respect.Caller: Then let me speak to King.Man: He's been

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The Immortal Chon opens a bar called "The Red-Erection" across the street. It features cocktail waitresses dressed like nuns, which in both presence and name casts aspersion upon Victory Chimp. The two bars soon compete in a charity fundraising contest. Whichever bar sells the most Jagermeister shots will be named champion.Victory Chimp decides that the best way to win is to allow more underage

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"As the day went on we would be lubricated, graciously; I mean we taped six or seven of those things at once. And we didn't re-shoot any of the answers, it was all improvised. They were cheap little pricks the producers-- but that was what made the show so vibrant back then. The pace forced us to be sharp; some of them, they wore down-- but Charles and I stuck it out, we held onto those seats for

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We can reexamine doubts and not let them be synonymous with a lack of confidence. But how far down that road can one travel before one loses faith in the power of purpose? Faith may know but it can't be proved. You might prove that purpose has lead you.And woe comes to them by many forms, there is another purpose reached only by those for whom purpose displaces sympathy and understanding.

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WILD ANIMAL: What is in that shed? I must get into that shed and see. (BOY and GIRL do not notice WILD ANIMAL as it claws open the shed door) GIRL: I just bought the darn thing and there's no music on it at all. It won't play in my car, and when I load it on my computer all I get is the quicktime video of one song. BOY: It's got no data burned to the inside, it's only got the enhanced stuff

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I got there late so I missed "Pete and Irma" but everyone said they were hilarious as always. The back wall of the joint was decorated by a Russian mural of some lovely women bathing in a pushcart. No talk about wine or politics at all-- so maybe the fog has cleared or this was just a better crowd. After midnight, Pandit Bilwakesh "The Sinner" Singh did this weird version of "Annie Get Readsy"

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I finally got about 3/4 of those f-ing weeds pulled. I'm talking about tumbleweeds before they dry out, thick and rooted curs. You can just wait until they dry out and blow away. Then the ground is clear. But too much crap collects in the weeds, blown down the street from the wind and looking for a place to catch. I had the rake, hoe, branch cutters out. A couple of gray-headed drifters passed

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CARRIERS 1 (by Phil Jenks and Neil Michael Hagerty)A holiday came up and I don't like them. It means days off and no pay. I have to eat less. I decided to visit the Puma Mountain ruins with Fat Howard. I couldn't remember when I'd been there last, there all these amazing things in this area I never get out to because I live here. We drove until the road narrowed and curved around one of the dry

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