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Jobs & Workexpand_moreThe only stories we tell ourselves are the ones we need to survive.
My daughter swallows arrows of sunlight on her way to the grave.
Near to closing, he’d flop down in the chair to count his moldy money.
She was wanting to be noticed as a person not wanting to be noticed.
A branch breaks and the body lands the wrong way. Snapping is easy.
A pie can’t go to college, work hard for the grades, two jobs on the side.
The eyes of men were drawn, numb and automatic, to her youthfulness.
Chuck had a grin, but Mike kept his eyebrows raised, very curious.
I say aria, scale of the day, weigh each square foot she’s kept up.
The Renaissance mastered the illusion of depth on a flat plane.
In my eyes is the flame of the adolescent he wants to hire.
I wanted just to like chemistry, because my teacher hailed from Georgia.
Death is our common ancestor. It doesn’t care who we have dined with.
American poetry is afflicted by modesty of ambition.
Let us stifle under mud and affirm it is fitting and delicious to lose everything.
Grandfather advised me: learn a trade. I learned to sit at a desk.
Cory only hires stoners so he has something on them if they try blackmail.
My mother taught me to rebel within the boundaries of acceptability.
Art is a way for the mind to master the body, even if it is not one’s own.
A real or imagined boundary, crossed. End of the line. Lined out.
To me, the very point of cooking is to wildly praise what’s wild.
A world of adventure awaited, a world of beautiful, available women.
We would just roll down the old biology road like all the other suckers.
He smelled like the bars my mother took me to in the middle of the day.
There’s this cool magazine online. They let people read it for free.
They don’t dance but simply monitor our movements, like bodyguards.
She looks at them through eyes flattened by a confused life.
“I’m sorry,” I wrote, “but I have to go back to the bookstore.” My only plan was to plead for my old job back. To my surprise, it worked. The law was safe; the law was my father. I decided to go to law school.
We’ve seen a lot of smaller ranches bought up by outside money.
Have you no one else to talk to? Your life is really that empty?
