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		<description>The original writings of author Wombat.</description>
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			<title>NO NUKES IN MY HOUSE</title>
			<description>Nuclear weaponsSea based nuclear forcesNO NUKES IN MY HOUSE&amp;nbsp;Strategic warheadsSubmarine-launced ballisticNO NUKES IN MY HOUSE&amp;nbsp;France deployableMissiles in your arsenalNO NUKES IN MY HOUSE&amp;nbsp;Post Cold War eraChinese artillery shellsNO NUKES IN MY HOUSE&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>How To Destroy The Earth</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The Earth is a 4, 540, 000, 000 year old, 5, 974, 200, 000, 000, 000, 000, 000 - ton ball of f*****g iron. It was built to last. It has taken more devastating asteroid hits in its lifetime than you've blinked and it still orbits merrily. Do NOT think this will be easy. This is not a guide fo..</description>
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			<title>Henke Horror</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Henke Horror lived in the sky, with his mustard drenched cucumber tie. Flying around with birds and with planes, he soared above great big buildings, and people, and lanes. He wished he was down there, on land having fun.. He could play with the children, and he'd laugh..</description>
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			<title>Lips of a Chainsaw</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;An utter madness deep in the genes of feminism. From her macabre heart to her bizarre mind. A chainsaw wielding femme fatale of complete noir. Only a woman, a human but a plague to the thousands of handfuls of the female kind. The agenda of a mass murdering woman with kickin' hips and long l..</description>
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			<title>Mouth of Disposal</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Birth to Bulimia, epidemic kept inside Yourself a dangerous tool A formed belly, structured and carved irregular Somewhat impregnated, so painfully and forcefully Anorexia, dry and tight skin drained poisons and toxins that burn Moistened fingers making their way into a wet mouth ..</description>
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			<title>B*****d Sweatshop Ruin</title>
			<description>A short and sweet haiku about sweatshop labor.</description>
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