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		<description>The original writings of author k.d. taylor</description>
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			<title>In the Insane Hour</title>
			<description>In the insane hourof sleepless morning,I lost my mindalong with myfavourite left sock.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1332735/</link>
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			<title>1920's Prostitutes Eyeing Yesterday (Provocatively) </title>
			<description>Yesterday the people screamedat their idols who stand ten miles high,and our ribs did showas prominent mountains on the landscapes of America.We all expelled regretful sighs,bleeding out like a gunshot victimcounting the tics and tocs on his wristwatch.Martinis drained down speakeasy throats.Smoke, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1332730/</link>
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			<title>Spit in the Face of a Cop, Followed by a Harsh Arrest</title>
			<description>Midnight rings like a bell,The ocean is drunk.The trash can is overflowing,Our shoes are gushing mud,Lungs gushing smoke.Sitting on the side of the road,Sirens and lights crash into the scene.A balding man swerving around,Inspiring panic, Inspired by the bees.A short conversation,Then an attack agai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1330168/</link>
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			<title>The Method</title>
			<description>Damn the whole of my being!Devise with me,A grand case of fuckery.Watch with me,Eyes focused on the screen,Brando screaming into the night(Brando screaming right)I feel like a romantic,Dreaming.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1330161/</link>
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			<title>15 Haikus</title>
			<description>1-Gasoline houses,Smoke filling the lungs swiftly,Coughing in your sleep.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2-Pens and papers andSome empty bottles of wine,Writing words/stories.&amp;nbsp;3-Doggy-eared papers,Clipped together as the dark inkDrips and runs runs runs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4-&amp;nbsp;Trains floating on by,The birds tweeting ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1328936/</link>
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			<title>10 Haikus</title>
			<description>1-&amp;nbsp;Explosives, like birds,Calling out the names of ourFallen princesses.&amp;nbsp;2-Falling into theOcean, not unlike driftwood,To fuel not one fire.&amp;nbsp;3-&amp;nbsp;Stray dogs howling blues,Whispering to the soft moon,-Nothing important.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4-Shade cast by my lamp,Mosquitoes hiding aroundIn t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1328935/</link>
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			<title>5 Haikus</title>
			<description>1-The old man with theBlack bowler hat speaks nothingBut epiphany.2-Streams are the riversOf conscience that we allPlay near as children.3-Rusty head bleeding,He speaks carelessly like theLate con-man Dutch Schultz.4-The virgin lying,Waiting, asking for it,Receiving nothing.5-Naked, nude, and clean,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1328922/</link>
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			<title>I Sold My Soul to Burn Ants With a Magnifying Glass </title>
			<description>Last year,Down by the park,In a s****y apartment,I walked in on a couple making things up,Lies and love, mostly.They were alchemists,Or something like that,Or so they said.Together, their bodies moved,Their minds moaned,Their eyes were glued to their eyelids,Their bodies were glued to their bodies.S..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1325413/</link>
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			<title>Oral Sex in the Throne, Overlooking the World</title>
			<description>Pull your hair back:Nobody writes letters anymore,Buy a stamp and live among the post-card royalty.Language in the key to a rusty lock,(I&amp;rsquo;m told it&amp;rsquo;s a virus)Pleasure and dopamine trials,Voyeurism is a happy-ism,Are you an ism-ist?I know I am,I know you are.Wrap your hands and mind aroun..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1325411/</link>
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			<title>Kings and Queens</title>
			<description>A collection of gasps,A hypnosis of perception,Outrage and outcry,-I had a series of visions:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Gods, oohs, and upset ahhs,Because there&amp;rsquo;s black,There&amp;rsquo;s white,And there&amp;rsquo;s an offset grey.F*****g and friendship.I write what I hear,I write about what&amp;rsquo;s near..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1325409/</link>
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			<title>Oblivion</title>
			<description>Through a wall of &amp;ldquo;boo&amp;rsquo;s&amp;rdquo;,And a shallow pool of distinct rattling,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; THEY ALL GO WILD!In Dali&amp;rsquo;s final hour,Many tears streamed into the ocean,Fish,Going insane with red blood,And pale moon.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1325407/</link>
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			<title>Owed to the Daddy Long-legs</title>
			<description>Owing nothing to the banisters,Stopping to breed and breathe the hot air,Radiators, insanity, mathematics,-A handful of bumble-bees,Stingers replaced with warm irons.&amp;nbsp;Crawl on hands, knees,Dreams are blurred waterfall visions,Landscapes crumble around us,Emulating god and outbreak:ARTISDEADToni..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1325404/</link>
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			<title>Praise the Junkie Philosopher</title>
			<description>A poem from my self-published collection &quot;(interrobang) lament for lost time&quot; available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1321982/</link>
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			<title>You Could Climb Vast Realities</title>
			<description>A poem from my self-published collection &quot;(interrobang) lament for lost time&quot; available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1321977/</link>
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			<title>Game Show- Life under Review</title>
			<description>A poem from my self-published collection &quot;(interrobang) lament for lost time&quot; available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1321974/</link>
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			<title>Head High</title>
			<description>A poem from my self-published collection &quot;(interrobang) lament for lost time&quot; available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1321971/</link>
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			<title>Empty Sounds</title>
			<description>A poem from my self-published collection &quot;(interrobang) lament for lost time&quot; available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1321969/</link>
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			<title>Be Sure to Keep a Close Eye on Your Empty Mind</title>
			<description>A poem from my self-published collection &quot;(interrobang) lament for lost time&quot; available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1321968/</link>
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			<title>When Home, Okie Dokie</title>
			<description>A poem from my self-published collection &quot;(interrobang) lament for lost time&quot; available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1321967/</link>
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			<title>Perfume</title>
			<description>A poem from my self-published collection &quot;(interrobang) lament for lost time&quot; available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1321965/</link>
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			<title>In the Moment</title>
			<description>A poem from my self-published collection &quot;(interrobang) lament for lost time&quot; available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1321963/</link>
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			<title>Sitting</title>
			<description>A poem from my self-published collection &quot;(interrobang) lament for lost time&quot; available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1321959/</link>
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			<title>With your La-Dee-Da-Hands</title>
			<description> A poem from my self-published collection &quot;(interrobang) lament for lost time&quot; available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1321954/</link>
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			<title>Always Remember Our Regressive Nature</title>
			<description>A poem from my self-published collection &quot;(interrobang) lament for lost time&quot; available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1321953/</link>
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			<title>Prescient Truths of Tomorrow</title>
			<description>A poem from my self-published collection &quot;(interrobang) lament for lost time&quot; available here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/straydogblues</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dink/1321951/</link>
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