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		<description>The original writings of author W.R. Singleton</description>
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			<title>The Escape Artist (revised)</title>
			<description>An escape artists dies, envisions Houdini as his guide through purgatory and endures his own personal hell.</description>
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			<title>The Imposing Truth of Self</title>
			<description>No one is true, even unto themselves.</description>
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			<title>The Illuminaries...an Evocation for a New Revolution of the Mind</title>
			<description>&quot;A dramatic change and far reaching change in ways of thinking and behaving&quot;</description>
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			<title>Mephistopheles</title>
			<description>Archaic, lost in time's recourse The Necromancer speaks with prophetic stave Trust, his mysticical visions force Invitations to dance on the devil's grave Quo vidas, Faust come break of dawn Search under moonlight and Saturn's alchemy A credulous soul awaits upon Dark Tyrant Mephistoph..</description>
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			<title>A Collection of Random Haiku</title>
			<description>Gaius Julius Caesar - a haikuBeyond Roman roadsThe end of an EmpireSo, et tu Brute&amp;nbsp;Ink - a HaikuSwallow an ink wellFathomless ocean of naughtOn tip of my tongue&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Empirical - a haikuEmpirical viewsThe world spins on broken thumbSlightly to one si..</description>
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			<title>June-bug</title>
			<description>A drunk observation.</description>
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			<title>Point of View</title>
			<description>Place two coins over my eyeslike tarnished copper shuttersobstructing windows of my soulI cannot see beyond self worthto fathom value of your mindStaring, with one eye openHere's a penny for your thoughtsGarner twice penance from closed lidSee life last with both eyes openand..</description>
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			<title>Green Eggs and Solitude</title>
			<description>If Dr. Seuss were crazy</description>
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			<title>A Requiem for a Dream</title>
			<description>An Acrostic Experiment</description>
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			<title>Habits</title>
			<description>I drink to quit smokingI smoke to quit drinkingWhile I'm hooked on oneThe other inhabits my thinkingWhy do I always findA place to hide A place to confideThe darkest secretsI lock insideI'm smashed, tore up, and passed outIn front of the bathroom doorWith a cigarette burnin..</description>
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			<title>Deserted in New Orleans</title>
			<description>I lit a cigarette, the last cigarette from the last pack. The glare from the red cherry was the only light for miles in a city that was once a beacon to the world. Three days had passed since the waters descended on New Orleans, swallowing everything I ev</description>
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			<title>Kerouac Woke Me up on Sunday</title>
			<description>(published: writesidup.net - January, 2006)
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			<title>Quiet Doldrums of an Artistic Mind</title>
			<description>I have been writing professionally now for seventeen years, and I have yet to produce anything of consequential importance to myself.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 13: Tribulations Part 9 - Lover of Angels</title>
			<description>From an early age, I developed a tell-tale sign, a mental visualisation if you will, as to the very nature of everyone I observed within the Land of the Saints.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 12: Tribulations Part 8 - Saints and Martyrs</title>
			<description>I am the patron saint of blunders, so I choose not to speak unless necessary. Maybe it's because I lack practice, social interaction, or perhaps I am the victim of acquired impracticalities.</description>
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			<title>Chatper 11: Tribulations Part 7 - A Bittersweet Ending</title>
			<description>Vedette's face was serene and bloodless, covered in rouge and mascara, red lipstick and tightly wound curls like some china doll. It was disgusting. She was far too beautiful to be masked so superficially. I hated whoever did this to her, even more than I</description>
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			<title>Chapter 10: The Trial Part 4 - It's a Small World</title>
			<description>There are certain people in this world who burst with excitement when an unexpected suprise is sprung upon them. I am not one of those people</description>
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			<title>Chapter 9: Tribulations Part 6 - A.J.T. Part 3</title>
			<description>She did not write as she promised. She couldn&amp;#2013266066;t face the shame she felt after Allen left her, knowing that her mother had been right all along.
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			<title>Chapter 8: Tribulations Part 5 - A.J.T. Continued</title>
			<description>Vedette had never consumed a drop of alcohol in her life...&quot;Allen grinned and spread out on the blanket with his arms behind his head, peering into the sky.......&quot;And how much do you charge for this happiness&quot;. Vedette said incredulously.....

&quot;That dep</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7: Tribulations Part 4: A.J.T.</title>
			<description>It is the rite of passage handed down from father to son, in order to set the boy on the path to manhood. But what happens when a father is not present to guide his son along this path...He becomes introverted, learns to stronghold his emotions deep withi</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6: The Trial Part 3: The Arrest</title>
			<description>&quot;... Mr. Marcoux was discovered with blood on his person and clothing, along with the murder weapon in his posession at the time of the arrest.&quot;
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			<title>Chapter 5: Tribulations Part 3: The First Four Years</title>
			<description>Is it not amazing to consider that many of the shimmering stars we gaze upon nightly are only resonant ghosts of once living pseudo-planets that died millions of years ago? A star is one of the few things in the universe in which its death is more beautif</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4: The Trial Part 2: An Unexpected Gift</title>
			<description>&quot;Troubled men often do troubled things. Are we to assume that a man such in love with life...could not be capable of killing another man, if the circumstances surrounding the occasion were to set something off inside of him, something that just might let</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3: Tribulations Part 2: Vedette</title>
			<description>Then reaching into his breat pocket, my mother retrieved the envelope with the five hundred francs and slipped it up her right sleeve.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Tribulations Part 1: An Uncommon Introduction</title>
			<description>&quot;Such is life - a dream - a fleeting moment in time that lasts in the heart but a second, but in the mind forever.&quot;</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: The Trial Part 1: The Reason Why We're Here</title>
			<description>I'm about to provide you a rare glimpse into the mind of an accused man...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Non_Entity/375700/</link>
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			<title>The Escape Artist</title>
			<description>An interesting perspective on Houdini.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Non_Entity/375696/</link>
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			<title>Foreward</title>
			<description>The Imposing Truth of Self in 4 Parts:</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Non_Entity/375681/</link>
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			<title>The Trial and Tribulations of Jack Marcoux  (A Novel - Part 1)</title>
			<description>A man on trial for a brutal murder provides incite into his life from birth to death, documents the trial proceedings, and intertwines his life story with unique and sometimes philosophical views on the world around him.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Non_Entity/375677/</link>
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