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		<description>The original writings of author Edward Martin</description>
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			<title>I like the night.</title>
			<description>The sense of another world</description>
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			<title>Never Ending Story</title>
			<description>Wax philosophical. </description>
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			<title>Conartist Manifesto (rough edit)</title>
			<description>This is the preface to a book that is a collaboration between myself and a friend of mine that is like a brother.  There is a lot more where this came from...</description>
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			<title>Upper Class in a Martini Glass</title>
			<description>If the world was to end, people with survival instincts would make you submit to THEIR will you rich privileged f***s.</description>
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			<title>Mary </title>
			<description>These are words I would speak to my guardian angel.</description>
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			<title>War Cry</title>
			<description>Searching for answers to questions I cannot controlstanding up straight, picking up the eyelids that were let wet four scoreI cannot control those alien things ; That which seemed vacant everlong,Emotions.&amp;#12288; That which a man burdened by his own hands can dull.Numb with vices and run fr..</description>
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			<title>Sub ladder sauntering</title>
			<description>delay my synapses a bit more and damage the intellect that binds me to this body, bodily vices and therein mind control over self mind control. Spread your word, no you spread propaganda that people buy like gas, tobacco products and birth control. you have tons of friends when you have tons of drug..</description>
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			<title>Salvation</title>
			<description>On the outside of the snow globe I see into the world from the back of the cave I sit and observe.  The ways I was living to now and today is far cried from chasing the hounds chasing game.  I jump through the forests and into the plains to wash all the blood from my fashion of stains.  I peaked and..</description>
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			<title>Internal medicine</title>
			<description>Sickness from the inside Manifests in actions and thoughtsActed upon without heedingIntuition Ramifications and respectGained and lostSelf involved self worth Less at each juncture.No one cares anymore,They&amp;rsquo;ve come to expect so little from youYou&amp;rsquo;re just a fragmen..</description>
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