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			<title>.songs of profligate shrew.</title>
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just a bit of a rant on this country in which we reside...</description>
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			<title>Initiating Application, Contorting Previous Perceptions</title>
			<description>Currently viewing scenery which previously promoted thoughts on  &amp;ldquo;failure to interact&amp;rdquo;, now instills sensations relating to divine pleasure in  intricacies of life(existence is finally existing)existence finally pertains to anything other than  devastationsounds interpreted with le..</description>
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			<title>.(none).</title>
			<description>Lately I find it impossible to escape  configurationsConglomerating in the corner of my eyeAlways certain  there&amp;rsquo;s a body presentThe disappointment every time upon realization of  solitudeRefusal to interact with actual human beings(present time serves  only as background noise for m..</description>
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