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I speak to Dolphins,
but reject animal rights.
Don Shula says "Hi."
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North Korean dreams
must set new standards for strange.
From what star are you?
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The New York Sports Club
attracts all types of members.
Huge rack, hairy back gym.
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Thin, tiny kitten
scrounges for food in garbage.
What makes you cry?
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Watching a movie
through another man's glasses.
Alternative views.
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Congressman, whore, prince
and pirate enter a bar...
Good place for a drink.
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We shit, and we write,
and we contemplate our plight.
Human condition.
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Characteristics
of my favorite people?
Mad, articulate.
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A complete film dreamed
disappears when daylight breaks.
Morning spent moaning.
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What an ego rush,
the handy size of Iceland.
Laid half its ladies.
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Loud dwarf in purple
tanktop longs for PDA.
She’s kissed in the dark.
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It’s hilarious
to taunt the hurt and haunted.
“Get going, geezer!”
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Seen no one naked
in New York's billion windows.
I am owed so much.
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Haiku have very
few syllables: seventeen.
Short songs say much.
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City dogs strain 'gainst
the leash for more sniffing time.
Every whiff a thrill.
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A certain pleasure
eating veal and live snapper.
Legal, tasty, wrong.
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"You couldn't sell crack
to a millionaire addict."
Insults for salesmen.
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Ain't Peoria,
no sirree, this is New York.
Early show: midnight.
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Snowflakes in Kyoto,
Springtime in Paris, Vermont fall.
Summer sucks everywhere.
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First-class passengers,
in truth, interest me more.
Bohemian myths.
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Inappropriate
sounds exploding everywhere.
Museum farters.
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Reality shows
and contemporary art.
Gimmicks rule the world.
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Comment cruelly, please,
on ugly guys you have known.
"Face to dry panties."
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Is there a language
richer in insults of men?
Dork, Dweeb, Geek, Wimp, Nerd.
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Forty-five thousand
years I've waited for your love.
Just few seconds more.
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Attending movies
is blood sport, war against words.
Shh! Quiet! Silence!
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Sullen response to
orders; dropped trays; no water.
Ivy-League waiters.
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Carry wrapped presents,
as props, when I venture out.
Emptiness Disguise.
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Why bother to screw
when beating off feels better?
God's crucial mistake.
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