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		<description>The original writings of author .matt_</description>
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			<title>The Lightbulb</title>
			<description>Seems to be a problem I have (or so some will say).  Makes me wonder if societies elsewhere is enduring the same thing on another planet (if one exists).   It takes two to make a problem.  And I didn't start it.  But I'll finish it.... My 'religious' prob</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216791/</link>
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			<title>This City</title>
			<description>It hasnt given me anything, except an address, a roof, and my mail.  I could have gotten a better education.  You come to realize home is just home.  Hearts are born in it, and reside in it.  but sometimes I need a distraction from a town that goes nowher</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216790/</link>
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			<title>What is Religion?</title>
			<description>An essay for my philosophy of religion class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216788/</link>
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			<title>Kings and Queens</title>
			<description>Love is the best thing we could create.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216786/</link>
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			<title>The Everlasting Night (Godsend and God Given)</title>
			<description>who am I to be granted the opportunity to witness such an event? My dreams are quiet and minimalistic, concrete, epic, euphoric, and symphonic.  Can you hear it? We are living in it.

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216785/</link>
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			<title>Me and Myself</title>
			<description>narcissism can get the best of me sometimes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216784/</link>
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			<title>Quarantine the F**king Piano</title>
			<description>who determines how to live my life?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216783/</link>
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			<title>The Sovereign Skies</title>
			<description>it was part of a dream i had.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216782/</link>
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			<title>I Am Hating America (right now)</title>
			<description>the land that i live in has numbed me with such ideals.  with drugs off the streets and in the market.  with the way a man views a woman.  with the ways we communicate, so primative yet so complex.  with why we should work.  with our possessions. with our</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216781/</link>
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			<title>The W***e Paints the Canvas</title>
			<description>someone I know once criticized me for wanting to live in the UK.  this Christian girl called the Queen a W***e.  whatever.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216779/</link>
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			<title>Since 1987</title>
			<description>you're world is scary when you play the victim.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216777/</link>
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			<title>The Debaucheries of -2x's</title>
			<description>i hope i can start to grow better roses and vegetables than crabgrass and flytraps.  this is currently &amp;quot;my mind on the box&amp;quot;.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216776/</link>
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			<title>F**king Paper</title>
			<description>Writers block on term papers suck!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216774/</link>
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			<title>Ergo, Catch 22</title>
			<description>my problems are toomassive.my problems are toopetty.&amp;nbsp;they begin with theconstant common cold,and they extend intothefactthatwecantescapethis planet into the rest of the universe...&amp;nbsp;no more shenanigans now.but i still playrock.paper.scissors.because i h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216773/</link>
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			<title>Pretty Little Secrets</title>
			<description>I once hated a person.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216771/</link>
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			<title>Never the Less</title>
			<description>break ups and being single.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216769/</link>
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			<title>Peace, Inc.</title>
			<description>those who play with peace.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216767/</link>
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			<title>Common Courtesy</title>
			<description>This is about one of my biggest pet peeves.  Maybe its yours too.  You know what it is?

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216764/</link>
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			<title>Happy Face, Exclamation Mark</title>
			<description>(the outside of my head)&amp;lt;-----------------------------------------------------------&amp;gt;(the inside of my head)Symphonies...mmmmmmm. get away moron. mmmmm...&amp;nbsp;I don't cry because someone died.I cry because someone else is crying for the dead.and I can't.stand.someone.els..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216762/</link>
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			<title>The Prevailing Ego</title>
			<description>Do you understand how hard it can beto go against your very nature thatmakes you who you truly are?You say you do with a sigh.You think you understand.I look around and think:Was I suppose to getmarried, have kids,and a small apartment at twenty?Why did I notget the memo? Oh ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216760/</link>
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			<title>The Synonymity of Life and Death</title>
			<description>you could tell me, easily, who you live for.  you'd probably say, &amp;quot;my family, friends, boyfriend or girlfriend, my job, God, education, my hobbies, my dreams, fame, success, etc.  the list could go on and on. but if i asked you who you die for? what</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216759/</link>
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			<title>Sheep and Pig</title>
			<description>cough.the blood runs deep even in our breath.our souls contribute to our aging.without it our past is meaningless.&amp;nbsp;we live in the equation.we are the problem.the error hidden behind the numbers of graves.eventually it'll lead to the main solution.&amp;nbsp;we are in love with th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216758/</link>
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			<title>The Felicity</title>
			<description>The feeling of love I was once able to express long ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhetoric3/216757/</link>
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