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		<description>The original writings of author Patrick L. Fannin</description>
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			<title>being different, and thats it</title>
			<description>the way god(who?) is telling mewhere to go with my life right nowinvolves a long period of debaucherynow if your god(fear) tells you to get marriedhave kids and be merry, then do soi appluad youi clap for you, the one who could ignore thier wild urges who's better off, I dont knowbut I do know..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/511750/</link>
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			<title>And Sit</title>
			<description>I wrote this during a sad part of my life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/491781/</link>
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			<title>Patrick Doesn't turkey anymore?</title>
			<description>I dont know what this is about really?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/491778/</link>
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			<title>Stoned and Stinky</title>
			<description>free-form, that I wrote in one sitting, this is how I prefer to do my writing

also the first of my stoner poems</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/348687/</link>
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			<title>Al's</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;On the corner of the slumsa brick building standsits a college town with a drinking problemVagabonds filled with cheap booze scuttleasking for loose change and spare cigarettesthe crowd piles in and outfighting the urge to drink vs. the urge to hate the current band playing..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/330069/</link>
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			<title>Just woke up on sunday</title>
			<description>slumped in the chairworn jeansflannel shirtshaggy beardgaze in the distancedrag of a Turkish royalhair a skewdeep sighshowerlesssitting in silencewaiting for nothingnoone aroundit's noonthat's finefor today is no wastebut I am&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/326584/</link>
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			<title>S**T!</title>
			<description>I saw you first thing this morningas if the world knew we foughtlast night you called me awful thingsI called you a w***eWhen I saw you, I diverted my eyestrying to find anything to look atcouldn't find anythingI look 10 feet to your left as I walkAs you passShame and pride ove..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/325982/</link>
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			<title>Cold eyes</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/325981/</link>
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			<title>XY+XX The Ambivelency of Lust</title>
			<description>I don't consider myself someone who misleadsbut i find myself conversing with a few femalesinsuring them all that I care for themtrying to win them overi don't lie to any of themevery word is meantis there a reason i shouldn't do thisis it lyingis it deceitI don't know, butI ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/323802/</link>
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			<title>Integrity of an Anarchist</title>
			<description>success is relative, only to those who don't know what it isas a young man in this world and with the friends I have, and the grass i&amp;nbsp; have smokedmy eye have been pried open, they have been taped open by my own consciencewhat they see is a world that makes decisions based on incorrect inf..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/321982/</link>
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			<title>Captivating My Audience</title>
			<description>Sitting in the backroom of the University's &amp;quot;learning center&amp;quot;Where I sit my required time a weekdoing only about 30 minutes of diligent workand the other 3 and half hours, I just sitsit and readsit and writesit and waste timemostly I just absorb the storylines around me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/321055/</link>
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			<title>Hane's Plain Black $10 near the nerf footballs and screaming offspring of valued shoppers</title>
			<description>I recently discovered my favorite jacket has become increasingly haggard.The pocket has a small hole in the bottom, not too bigI never keep small things in therejust my keys or a pack of camel widesmaybe a lighterif I remembered to shoplift itfrom the gas stationit has become a b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/320609/</link>
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			<title>The Thirstiest Man in America</title>
			<description> When April came around, my new found friendship began to take on a more intimate theme. As the romance started to flourish, I felt that what I was experiencing was my first time of being romantically connected to someone, the same way that one should be connected in an adult..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/320271/</link>
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			<title>Open your Eyes</title>
			<description>Dear Federal Goverment of These Here United States of AmericaKNOCK IT OFF!YOU SUCK!I Don't like you....signed,SSN-406393819akasome dumb kid named Patrick in KentuckyDear Exxon-MobilKNOCK IT OFF!you know what you are doingSTOP itsignedyour involuntary customers..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/320269/</link>
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			<title>Trust is a bridge</title>
			<description>my least favorite</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/320268/</link>
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			<title>College is Killing Bohemia</title>
			<description>for m</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/320266/</link>
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			<title>4 Bucks A Lesson</title>
			<description>Converse sneakers and sticker covered amps scuff the shag carpet30 or 40 people pile in the hallway of an auditorium10 more smoke one last cigaretteThe band tries to set up without feedback from the mic&amp;nbsp;For only 4 bucks, come and learnLearn more about music than you have..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/320265/</link>
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			<title>That January Day</title>
			<description>accounts the events of January 21st 2009, from the eyes of a man in 2007</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/320262/</link>
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			<title>The Parka Should Comfort You</title>
			<description>The story the Captain exaggerates on, about a beastConcretes in our minds, an image of a notorious whaleIt killed many, It deserves to be destroyed he repeatedly preachesBecause of one man, we all gain a group vendetta &amp;nbsp;We hunt and track the menace from the deep&amp;nbsp;But..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/320261/</link>
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			<title>Best years of you life</title>
			<description>I burned myself today, at work serving a man his coffee.I made the coffee special for him, exactly as he takes itHe doesnt care, thats not a gift but a duty to himIm supposed to be his servant, the one to fetch his food.&amp;nbsp;The burn is bubbling and blisteringThe pain is cold and dull b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/flatfootedninja/169169/</link>
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