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This concludes today's transmission of Rick Moody's "Some Contemporary Characters." Please tune in tomorrow for the final installment...
about 5 hours ago
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At some point there were limitations which were the limitations of conscience and propriety in a public place, no matter how honky-tonk.
about 5 hours ago
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I like saying "Suck my dick" to any asshole who gets on my nerves, but when you're lying on the sand embracing someone you don't bother.
about 5 hours ago
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They say “Get a hotel room!” in Spanish, they can say it in Russian, and they can say it in Black Vernacular Dialect too.
about 5 hours ago
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It’d be interesting to see how many languages, world over, offer some version of the phrase “Get a hotel room!”
about 5 hours ago
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Low light helps. A distracting milieu. Tens of hundreds of tourists. Calliope sounds. Rollercoasters. The moon.
about 6 hours ago
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He kept trying to say something, but then he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t say anything. I thought this was amusing.
about 6 hours ago
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She tasted like chai latte, lite beer, nicotine gum, Tic Tacs, grapefruit, cider vinegar, chocolate chip cookies, and the middle class.
about 6 hours ago
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He tasted like Listerine, Mylanta, roast beef, mesclun salad, decaf from one of those old coffee pots from a tag sale, salt water taffy.
about 6 hours ago
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She was like some sprite, and there was that incredible feeling, known to all persons, when your cares become insubstantial.
about 6 hours ago
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We twisted around some way so I was on top. For a while. He couldn’t crush me. I could feel his complications in the dim light.
about 6 hours ago
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In the sand. In the sand. I can’t even stand up most days, what with the bad back, but I fell into the sand and, oh, her arms!
about 7 hours ago
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There was the light from the boardwalk, sound of the ocean, some Latino troublemakers cackling nearby, and we fell into each other’s arms.
about 7 hours ago
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Putting the phone in her pocket was somehow the most revealing thing, like when myopics put their glasses on the bedside table.
about 7 hours ago
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I was supposed to text or e-mail my friend Ariel every twenty minutes or it meant that he was hacking me into pieces and eating me.
about 7 hours ago
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I don’t want to say that something happened on the beach, that the ocean was somehow responsible, but she did put away her iPhone.
about 7 hours ago
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I don’t want to say that something happened on the beach that wouldn’t have happened catalytic. It should have happened on the Cyclone.
about 7 hours ago
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I come from a landlocked state (PA) and I live part-time in a landlocked state (VT) and so I am awed by an oceanic expanse.
about 8 hours ago
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And then we were on the beach, pretty ugly beach with all the trash and everything, but next to the Atlantic. In twilight.
about 8 hours ago
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She said I needed to take my “inner adolescent” out and show him a really really really really really really really nasty time.
about 8 hours ago
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- Name Literary Death Match
- Location Brooklyn, NY
- Web http://www.Litera...
- Bio Competitive literary event (four readers, three all-star judges), done around the world (NY, SF, Beijing, Paris, London, and beyond).
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