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		<description>The original writings of author Mr. Hyde</description>
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			<title>Pinky's Dream</title>
			<description>Inspired by the song Pinky's Dream by David Lynch. Also, a nod to The Lady of the Lake.</description>
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			<title>A Vote of Confidence</title>
			<description>If you could get me out,won't you help me out?It's time for a slaughter.It's very strange in here,shadows everywhere,drifting around on the water.And we were so excitedto give up the fightthat we never stopped to thinkabout our compromise;we only realizedafter the ship began to sink.The sky was on f..</description>
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			<title>Ewige Blumenkraft</title>
			<description>&quot;I am Chaos, and I am telling you that you are free.&quot;&amp;#2013266048;&quot; Principia DiscordiaBlue smoke curls up and elegantly dances its way to the ceiling where it spreads itself out and dissipates. I am lying on the bed, naked, watching it while Nick Cave croons so beautifully. I take a drag of the joi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edhyde/1092223/</link>
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			<title>An Exercise in Empathy</title>
			<description>I wrote this when I was thirteen. It's just a quaint novelty, really.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edhyde/1091727/</link>
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			<title>Meta</title>
			<description>Pretense makes it so much more interesting, don&amp;rsquo;t you think?You&amp;rsquo;re sitting there across from me with your empty smile,waiting for me to figure it out.You spout your well-rehearsed lines about love and art and truth.You know just enough to put up a show that you think will captivate me,mo..</description>
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			<title>The Machine</title>
			<description>Noise, noise, noise.Burning,churning,finding unexpected peaceand tranquillityin the anxious&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; dissonanceof the factory.This is a conquest,a glorious ..</description>
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			<title>From Her to Eternity</title>
			<description>So I'm kneeling at the bottom of the stairs watching the door close behind her, clutching my chest. Not because of some misplaced sense of theatrics or because I confuse life with some crappy fifties movie, but because I don't want to lose too much blood and pass out before I can call anybody.The th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/edhyde/1089805/</link>
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			<title>Dead Animals</title>
			<description>A conversation</description>
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