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		<description>The original writings of author Tyler</description>
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			<title>life is like</title>
			<description>sucking embalming fluid out of the a*s of a corpse</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hoarsewithnogame/799150/</link>
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			<title>more s**t</title>
			<description>the s**t that smells.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hoarsewithnogame/737735/</link>
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			<title>fuckballs</title>
			<description>i am worth no more or less than any man.i am greed, lust, guilt,&amp;nbsp;and everything i hate.i am boredom and&amp;nbsp;frustration.i am the lackluster orgasm of a tired&amp;nbsp;wife.i'll fake it for a while longer,and hope for the worst every day.i'm&amp;nbsp;struggling for breath i don't wantbeca..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hoarsewithnogame/641199/</link>
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			<title>poopdapoop</title>
			<description>he'd been told to cut back,&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;after a ten hour work day&amp;nbsp;he never gave much thought to the&amp;nbsp;doctor's orders. there was a certain allure to that bottle of jim beam waiting for him&amp;nbsp;in the back of&amp;nbsp;the kitchen&amp;nbsp;cabinet. it was the way he had felt about coming home to&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hoarsewithnogame/634014/</link>
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			<title>gay.</title>
			<description>my life, in short.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hoarsewithnogame/608817/</link>
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			<title>fun poem</title>
			<description>his&amp;nbsp;gaping mouth is practically unhinged.but there's no&amp;nbsp;bark or bite left in this tired, sack of s**t, mutt.he'll crawl under the porch&amp;nbsp;and in a few days, we'll smell him, and find him.maggots pouring&amp;nbsp;out of his hollow eyesockets.our children will cry.we'll find a spo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hoarsewithnogame/577842/</link>
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			<title>cockpunch</title>
			<description>you're satiatedon&amp;nbsp;a steady diet ofbullshit.not me.i&amp;nbsp;live onnicotineand sarcasmi'm f*****g tiredof spitting venom and pissing bloodboth burn.i have a&amp;nbsp;steaming load&amp;nbsp;i want to bust in the face of every m**********r on the planet.goddamn&amp;nbsp;filth.&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hoarsewithnogame/556195/</link>
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			<title>not (a poem)</title>
			<description>it is and it isn't, but it is.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hoarsewithnogame/536879/</link>
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			<title>me, myself, only me. </title>
			<description>a testament to how great i am. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hoarsewithnogame/536860/</link>
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			<title>golden eyes cannot see in color. </title>
			<description>coping with the burden of a child with crippling mental retardation.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hoarsewithnogame/536855/</link>
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			<title>his father's son</title>
			<description>a distended rectum speaks no truth.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hoarsewithnogame/536853/</link>
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			<title>the hole</title>
			<description>a complacent glance at the underbelly of modern society.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hoarsewithnogame/536852/</link>
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