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			<title>Tony</title>
			<description>                              TONY	Pop always taught me, &quot;Get strong or die. That's how it is in this world,&quot; And he was right. You can ask any of the people I've killed. They would testify to that very fact. 		I grew up in Queens, New York City. My mother and father were Italian immigrants who&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<title>Song of Venus</title>
			<description>Song of VenusThe Planet Venus fingers itselfBackwards through space and time,&amp;nbsp;Spiraling strong like a pendant of remembranceThrough the infant black stratosphoria ofRealms seeping with stardust!A bell winding jewel ofRemotest vibrancy, drawnThrough the cold length of infinity,&amp;nbsp;Ebbing at ti..</description>
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			<title>Witchcraft</title>
			<description>Rough attempt at script writing</description>
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			<title>Mother</title>
			<description>Mother&amp;nbsp;Mother of my dearest tapestries, instruct me hence-From your beloved eyes I recount, once, twice, thrice&amp;nbsp;Times fickler than mine in abashing&amp;nbsp;The grander sense of truth.From my gnashing eyes, dear Mother,Clearly visible in this b*****d light,I release the b*****d power of my wea..</description>
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			<title>Desiree</title>
			<description>                                             DESIREE	So George calls me at about 7 in the evening. He say&amp;rsquo;s, &amp;ldquo;Hi, Desiree...it&amp;rsquo;s George, from the audition earlier? Yeah. Hi! So due to an unfortunate accident, you&amp;rsquo;ve come into consideration for the lead role! How do you feel a..</description>
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			<title>Jack </title>
			<description>						JACK	The drugs were kicking in pretty fast...pure, unadulterated MDMA. I was already flying high on 2 bags of blow, 4 tabs of pure god given LSD, 1 ecstasy pill, endless tokes of reefer madness, a thousand and one beers, and somehow was still, miraculously, violently alive... but that wouldn&amp;r..</description>
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			<title>Teenage Mutant Grownups</title>
			<description>Vignettes on the lives of 20 somethings living in New York City. 
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