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		<description>The original writings of author Cricket</description>
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			<title>Brain vomit (5)</title>
			<description>Mediocrity can suck it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket_rivera/353107/</link>
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			<title>Brain vomit (4)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i find that i'm really quite sick of boring people.they piss me off.kerouac's people are my own; they flare with a desperate throbfighting loving living f*****g every damning step of the way&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and i love them for it;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sunbursting e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket_rivera/338608/</link>
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			<title>Brain vomit (3)</title>
			<description>To All Young Things in Love:don't be.really, take my advice. trust me here.leave it while you can, get out get out get me out!it hurts too muchthe pain is far too much for a seventeen year old to beari'm not mature enoughim too youngim scared i'm scared i'm scaredthe distance..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket_rivera/338598/</link>
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			<title>Brain vomit (2)</title>
			<description>the doubts of a seventeen year old whose brain is too old</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket_rivera/334935/</link>
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			<title>Brain vomit (1)</title>
			<description>i wrote a nice poem today. the computer ate it.i'm not meant for this worlds of buttons and keys,i think in bursts of color and smells, tangible thingslike oranges or napalm on canvas.like the the soft musk and warmth of his tawny pearl skinlaced with masculinity pulsing, vein and tendon p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket_rivera/333783/</link>
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			<title>May 30th</title>
			<description>ex boyfriend. one of the last nights before the move. lovely while it lasted.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket_rivera/333758/</link>
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			<title>Scene1</title>
			<description>A scene exercise, written for my Fiction class at Brown</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket_rivera/295575/</link>
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			<title>Lizzy in the Sky with Diamonds</title>
			<description>for my Fiction class
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket_rivera/295574/</link>
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			<title>The moon and i</title>
			<description>it's an attempt, albeit a very bad one, but still an attempt
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket_rivera/253456/</link>
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			<title>Everything's fine today, that is our illusion.</title>
			<description>see book description. additional note: inspired by the fact i will be moving cross-country in June.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket_rivera/253435/</link>
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			<title>To hold a pen is to be at war.</title>
			<description>see book description.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket_rivera/252701/</link>
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			<title>I am very fond of truth, but not at all of martyrdom.</title>
			<description>see book decription.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket_rivera/252699/</link>
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			<title>Andventures in Socialism and Other Musings.</title>
			<description>thoughts, reflections and whatnot. to be updated when the muse strikes me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cricket_rivera/252697/</link>
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			<title>The Night Philomena Died</title>
			<description>a little something i wrote for school last year. it's nothing much, really, but it makes me smile.</description>
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