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			<title>Prologue: The Human Disease</title>
			<description>PROLOGUE: For the past several thousand years of the earth's history the questions of &quot; what is the meaning of life?&quot; &quot;what is our purpose here?&quot; &quot;why do we exist?&quot; has been asked just as many times as years gone by on the planet. We often wonder within our minds these sort of expounding questions d..</description>
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			<title>human disease</title>
			<description>My superficially divine scientific works and attempts at explaining phenomena of the universe and multiverse to those that define themselves are the normality find it a vast difficulty to understand the process of my explanations and would much rather understand it through dialogue and debate, rathe..</description>
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			<title>Work</title>
			<description>Ive worked my entire life just to get nowhere, everywhere that i stare, death surrounds me, this whole world is unfair, so id rather be dead, than alive as a lie, on the inside i already am, if living takes a lifetime, you can be sure that i wouldnt care. Take a few steps into my dungeon, into my mi..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>(Written by Rahim/Ryan.)The first few pages; If you enjoy what you see, ask for more in the reviews. This story entails about a young homo sapien boy in the pleistocene era, who with the help of an...</description>
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			<title>Infinite pieces</title>
			<description>&quot;OPENING&quot;</description>
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			<title>FIVE HUNDRED AND SEVEN BARS(rap battle with rahim)</title>
			<description>Try typing as fast as you can and rhyming as much as you can while still making some sense; this will give you an idea of what free style type is.</description>
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			<title>Live to merely die</title>
			<description>What you think is the reality, is never the reality, look at this dream, a dream of real  things, of lies of truths; what is anything, when you turn it so much that it becomes something fully differen</description>
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			<title>I hate you</title>
			<description>I'm so sick and tired&amp;nbsp;of these squires, comprison of pri-sons(prisons)ima pry some open, like sa-livin up some c**t loathin vaginas,&amp;nbsp;i mightas well dispell every one of them fightas&amp;nbsp;into hellish chambers of hell while holding them bytha&amp;nbsp;dick and balls like hangers from a kilt, po..</description>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>The difference between me and you; Rahiim wrote this one. You'll all begin to see the difference in his and my writings.</description>
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			<title>To Writerscafe</title>
			<description>For everyone on Writerscafe</description>
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			<title>Introduction</title>
			<description>&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; Introduction to the american disease&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;..</description>
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			<title>Introduction to the american disease</title>
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			<title>For those who's hearts know no boundries </title>
			<description>Why cant i feel my legs,why cant i seal the unsaid,maybe because im of the undead,I quell and quiver and then i beg,for my life,i attempt to make strife,then i went aheadand leapt through time through to the bed of sorrow to were i eventually slept, although not without a few tears that would be und..</description>
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			<title>For the theist</title>
			<description>I know no matter what happens god will always be there, even though he isn't there,when im in despair, when i lose, nothing is even fair, i cant stop thinking man why doesn't he even care? When i cant even manage to bare the next line through my arm, bam! would i even dare?I begin to stare up into t..</description>
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			<title>years ago</title>
			<description>It was just one billion years ago that i woke up into nothingness and into the unknownit was only one trillion years before i would notice something was wrong and that i was aloneI couldn't feel my own bones, i felt that wherever i would go, everyone i would see was merely a f****n cloneNever a time..</description>
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			<title>Hard to see</title>
			<description>Its quite crazy how ive got no way to see, into the opening of the closing of the sea.Its way too silently bleak, kind of weakly and hard to be peeling,but this is my decree:I wish that what i said could be easily seen, teasing thee especially, with a divine weaponry.That severed the' top of your br..</description>
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			<title>Lunar Deluge</title>
			<description>Canibus lyrics</description>
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			<title>Multi-reflex</title>
			<description>K-Rino lyrics. Just wanted all of you to see some real rap lyrics; I think he's the best lyricist as of now; that isnt to say he's the best singer or rapper though; although, his lyrics are at the top</description>
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			<title>Think about it</title>
			<description>Just think about what i type for once.</description>
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			<title>broken</title>
			<description>DO you know what it feels like to be a chain link.1&amp;nbsp;Broken like it was soaked in quail meat and poison-ink.2 To fail so deep-ly and so quick-ly that success becomes the weakling, and the weak-link turns to failure, so surely so; that its mandurely granduer and bleakly conceiting.3 If we were al..</description>
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			<title>Fingers on the keyboard</title>
			<description>I sit posturlized against the back seal of my king sized bed, with my hands layered out across the blackened but, largely surmounted keyboard, hoping to come up with some kind of useful thoughts to type;thinking of anyway means nessecary to conjure a conjectured idea, so that in some regards, i can ..</description>
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			<title>A new world</title>
			<description>Yo everyone listen. Im about to subsequently but, hesitently, lead you all into a call' that can proceed to be in sudden affliction or even angst, but im youre leader,youre definite mate.when coming into my creed; please see me with awe, wev'e already had too many hundred falls for any of you to lea..</description>
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			<title>The misadventures in The Amazonian Jungles</title>
			<description>The hunter moves swiftly in his strut for the game that he is eying from without of the outskirts of the mountainous ranges, inhabiting the south American amazon jungles inner belt, that from the view of a flying beast would seemingly be like the underlying garment of an Indians home, with the bedro..</description>
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			<title>Quantum-hood</title>
			<description>hook: once upon an infinite nothing...there was an infinitely small something, and there could be no stability between the two,paradoxes started erruptingwhen a state of nothingness stretches infinitely only than can the basic unit of existance be formed1 because the infinitely small is the white bo..</description>
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			<title>A world not worth living in</title>
			<description>How many lives have been taken21,&amp;nbsp;how many deaths does it take to see until our intellect is breakin in22 for no sakes no f***s takin our own race then23 when will it be enough for our taxes to be shakin24,&amp;nbsp;our homes annalated and taken away and no more technicality to make then25&amp;nbsp;why..</description>
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			<title>Craziness</title>
			<description>Rap</description>
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			<title>Staying on subject</title>
			<description>Rap lyrics</description>
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			<title>Falling apart</title>
			<description>Rap lyrics</description>
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			<title>The greys, Arcturians or the Reptilians: Who would suffice?</title>
			<description>This isn't a story- It's a thesis assignment, given to me by my colleague Rahiim.</description>
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			<title>Challenge me? ( rahiim typed this one up.)</title>
			<description>This is a free style typed rap(Typing a rap as fast as possible with whatevers on the top of your head; no revisions aloud.) by Rahiim. I dare any of you to take the free style write challenge.</description>
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			<title>The thought process</title>
			<description>The thought process: On a wearisome, typical stroll through the neighboring forest, I was caught within the act of meditational festivity although, it was not so comprising; in the sense of typicality but, there i stood underneath the ashes of the begotten buddha trees tears, not the tears of sorrow..</description>
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			<title>Life as it is complexly</title>
			<description>you arent any of that, its them who cant handle what &quot;they&quot; truly are, what they are is something so disgusting that they cant possibly live without throwing up idotic stupidity.All they can do is gulf up everything for themselves and become obesified,theyre all glutonously hideous in the lies they ..</description>
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			<title>Evolutionary biology ( free stlye )( unedited) Mostly everything i write is unedited.</title>
			<description>just imagine how good my writings would be if i actually edited them.</description>
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			<title>My masks(this entire poem is a manipulative lie; you c***s would believe it.)</title>
			<description>[10/9/2013 9:24:47 PM]&amp;nbsp; David shaneyfelt : i love you too taylor, ive thought about you and wondered why youve left so much thinking that maybe you didnt like me or love me as much any longer and so sometimes i lost thoughts, but you always cam back to me and i always missed you, despite my dis..</description>
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			<title>Real poetry</title>
			<description>you just said you've lost nothing but your mind,but could you please redefine the thinness of that thin sentences line,something' in you is substantiating,its recreating the time that runs through your axonic secretion that pleases your body,and mixing it up chemically, i know its kinda abrupt betwe..</description>
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			<title>Thought process</title>
			<description>I think constantly, and as i do i cannot cause my thoughts to make a singular connection, they are continuously moving in constant brain blasts, that you modern humans call &quot;insight&quot;, and and it is this insight that monstrously overtakes this cerebral of mine. Although, i can control the limit as i ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gibranssuccessor/1264743/</link>
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			<title>This is who I am</title>
			<description>i keep remembering the reality of myself,that only reality is you,in no type 0 perspective idiotic i cony way either,in the only way that &quot;is&quot; what can be called is&quot; and be&quot; being is the only thing that it is by whatever meaning youre pulling from this paragraph,as i pull from my head and as i pull ..</description>
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			<title>Blade of </title>
			<description>The blade of fate lay over my neck forceful and  blatant Cold But withered like a willow tree whistling like a ravenBlack and sharpened with the thorn of my heart pierced through my bodyThee knows my quarrels and thee knows my pain that indeed I am heartyFor the fateof the bladethat lay Hovering ove..</description>
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			<title>We are all books( from my poemhunter profile: Daegonius Bonapartea.) Age 16-written</title>
			<description>We are all books. And each in us are pages whether wrinkled, torn, fabricated or freshly formed.On each page is the ink of our life and the images of our life.In every book for every person there are differnt languages, interpretations of the many actions that took place in the lives of huma..</description>
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			<title>The articulate writer: Remember Daegonius bonapartea; yes that's me.</title>
			<description>I am daegonius Bonapartea; you &quot;will&quot; learn your place and mine eventually. I am the best poet on the earth.</description>
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			<title>dont we all just love writers cafe' number 1 star</title>
			<description>I can vicariously' guarantee' that any screen' that you choose to cover your faces with will never be' enough to overtake me. The lies that overspread your filiments, that indent and imprint so much s**t and so much lint that its like your lies set off smoke detectors, i can smoke you all, because i..</description>
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			<title>First impression</title>
			<description>the first moment, even the gesture, the I arrived here on this website I knew it would be advocated in the most amateur of ways possible, this of course isnt to say that all of you are induced in the idealism of inferiority, meaning that some of the select few of the very &quot;few&quot; here, are the ones th..</description>
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			<title>&quot;But i do care, i really do. (me: yes, you do dont you, but thats just another feeble restriction)</title>
			<description>A reply by an imbecilic girl to rahiim, in his writing; &quot; im so tired.&quot;</description>
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			<title>Im so Tired</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;im tired of the sight, im tired of the sound, im tired of the people that i have to live around, im tired of this polluted sky, im tired of this poluted ground, im tired of every last ounce and pound; right down to every hexameter and atom compound of molecules.&amp;nbsp; Its profoundly not profou..</description>
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			<description>im a doodle bobbin f****t with two loob bottles from my moms b***s in my a*s hul,im sitting here crappin out f****n shoes of f****n apples[9/12/2013 5:09:12 PM] dawud yusuf ali ruhollah mustavi Muhammad khomeini David shaneyfelt : hahaha[9/12/2013 5:11:13 PM] dawud yusuf ali ruhollah mustavi Muhamma..</description>
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			<title>disreguarding to the human beings</title>
			<description>im tired of these fools willing to spill idiotic rhyme schemes,1.they dont know how'ta mind the', own buisness or press the right' key,wrap the right' seem to button up their lean cut high' jeans,theyve got no hygeniene.what the f**k do you think of me f**k it jus bite me.2who the f**k in the world ..</description>
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			<title>Pathetic hypocrites; when i said i was a master writer, I &quot;meant&quot; it.</title>
			<description>do all of you consider this rap, in my mind im thinking id better keep it up,snap,crackle to the pop,a scientific aroma is about to lift off, and topple all of you rap insignificants back to the end of hop to the start of hip (hiphop). im going to imodel, and mind boggle your entire infrastructure a..</description>
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			<title>Humans never listen</title>
			<description>i tried so hard to show them why,with the elements, they would just call it love,but i call it a lush musterd in a packet of mistrust,because...I walked the path of horror,living in a corner,closed in a cage,ive f*****g lost more'a (of) people than you couldnt even find deep stuck in a matted maze,b..</description>
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			<title>Your'e leaving again?(my response)</title>
			<description>you know what, i have something to type,forget your anger and your f****n hype, ill take a string from my moms bathroom ,where the sewing machine is next to the sink, take the repaired kite and tighten it tight'ly around your ti'ny peck'er rip it off from the fixation like a rot triler that went bit..</description>
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			<title>Logical reasoning; essayist format</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;kryzibski implied that to imply geniusy you must inact the sane and insane traits together. in doing this we can no longer use trial and error but analyzation and predictablility not the old logics of socratese and aristotialian ways but beyond einstein and newtonian logic even an ever evolvin..</description>
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