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		<title>Brett Campaigne | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/Id%20Viscous</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Brett Campaigne</description>
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			<title>Summary</title>
			<description>Demystificationat this i am well versedI search the sky for Venusbut Mars always finds me firstAnd all that is before meis my adversaryfor when you are Godall you see is the Devil</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/642224/</link>
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			<title>Saint Michael</title>
			<description>lyrics I wrote for my band Pounding Sand</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/637774/</link>
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			<title>The Eternal Alchemy</title>
			<description>we practice the eternal alchemy:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to turn s**t into goldand we are so close.... the taste has been purified from our morning-time mouths&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/634665/</link>
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			<title>The Bend is Near</title>
			<description>It is the mistake of every age&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to believe that its generation&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; is special enough,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; albeit chosen,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to see ArmageddonThis belief supplem..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/631261/</link>
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			<title>Desire and the Vaccum</title>
			<description>several stone eyes seek solace in solar oceans&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/564164/</link>
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			<title>The Third Person is the First</title>
			<description>mirror teacherteaches me to see from angles previously &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/417564/</link>
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			<title>Dyslexic Genocide</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dyslexic Genocide &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Arbitrary OppositionCategorical Sovereignty&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mitosis because Mediocrity&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/388263/</link>
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			<title>Overriding Instinct</title>
			<description>postorgasmic ressentimentseeds and branches entrench emotion entangling soil&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/337341/</link>
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			<title>I Know Why We Cook Our Meat</title>
			<description>I was told once&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that when we cooked our meat&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; we evoked flowing caramel&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as well as purified the offering of parasites&amp;nbsp;AlasI know why we really cook our meat&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/335876/</link>
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			<title>SunSon</title>
			<description>Go to Apollohe'll give you the skyGo to Jehovahhe's wearing Ra's glass eyeAnd time reflects at all who face one sun.&amp;nbsp;Heart focus rhythmspirit sway with the dawn to duskAssemble to the altarfor you must quench the sunFor time is meaningless when communicating night.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/317170/</link>
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			<title>When Murder Dies...</title>
			<description>2000</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/315153/</link>
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			<title>the F**K of IT</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a myriad of hexagon portals&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; insect eyeunguided from the get-go&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; recurring each sequential sinkhole dilation&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but not wide enough to let the universe drain inYo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/303642/</link>
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			<title>Myth of Castration</title>
			<description>the horns have been cut from the baphometnow all that remains is a pentagon and three trianglesa grimace smeared across the goat's Mona Lisa sneer&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/299507/</link>
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			<title>Hologram Lover</title>
			<description>There is no Other, Only You.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/283614/</link>
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			<title>Ringfinger</title>
			<description>This ring ties the TWO in TWOgetherLike circular bilawShrouded from misdemeanor trianglesThe ring anchors spririts like Valentine, Sauron and greedy Jesusand sex is left in its' wakeToo often the material misrepresents itselfThis ring ties me to the worldMarries me to the machine l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/273785/</link>
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			<title>estranged Being</title>
			<description>I am Being estranged from Being by timeI an not satisfied with the quality of the fish&amp;nbsp;I catchwith my I shaped lure, HoweverU shaped lures bear greater fruit&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; although so many parasites lie beneath skin&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/272539/</link>
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			<title>The Butterfly Affect</title>
			<description>This is just my thought lain bareDON'T hold me responsible for &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; seismic&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/271055/</link>
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			<title>Envelloped</title>
			<description>the first time i licked the coloured envellop open&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/267297/</link>
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			<title>Summer of October</title>
			<description>you know what they say....May showers bring June flowers.Oh, how my calendar ink runs down my wall in streaksconfounding china white paint with black opal trickle.How did clarity become so irrelevant?Clear paths and clear scheduleof a twirling earth&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/267288/</link>
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			<title>Eyes Are Mirrors, Not Windows</title>
			<description>the prettiest thing in my eyes is you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; our vice-versa visages playing Pongyou want to take iris portalsunderstand yourself through me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but you will not pass my glass pupil&amp;nbsp; without sticking your fingers into m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/258656/</link>
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			<title>Eye Magnet</title>
			<description>A light is a life attractor&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Its purpose is to attract the eyeful to comeShips will wash themselves against the rocks&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; following some beckoning beacon in the storm&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; jus..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/257803/</link>
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			<title>Knowlege</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Assuming that truth is a woman -- what then?....&amp;quot;

---Nietzsche
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/252536/</link>
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			<title>Presence and Salience</title>
			<description>...with salience, slithering in betwixt sickly senses&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; distracted&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; detracted from savory spirit&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; which infuses the surroundings with subl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/249720/</link>
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			<title>Behold the Temporal</title>
			<description>What happens next;drags through a viscous momentdecadent syrup&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nectar through gag refleximpatience touches a beyond&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/227399/</link>
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			<title>Crescento</title>
			<description>cynical sickle moonslices earthwardengraving lines that faulterunder the weightof excessive acid waltzingsilver sickle mooncatches a ruby glintfrom the crimson exchangebetween the heavens and crustas we immolate the foliagefor we bore of blueinhaling billowing smokein a frenz..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/219177/</link>
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			<title>Natural Accommodation</title>
			<description>The latest fashions catalyze, sublimate, caramelize&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; opening Terra Istar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Prime real-estate possibility&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Suit u..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/217627/</link>
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			<title>Substitution</title>
			<description>How much of my memory is substitution? for when I cement absolutionI personally mix the mortar for skullmasonryHow much hazy film have I restored?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Id-Viscous/211149/</link>
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