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			<title>Work In Progress</title>
			<description>Anyone who has ever been in love knows the experiential properties of hell. I've held them in my arms, pinched the spry flesh, and felt the heat of their imprint in bed beside me. Its nefarious charm lay, I think, in the shrinking of the world into a glass of water, a grain of salt, an incredulous l..</description>
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			<title>Work In Progress</title>
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			<title>Plato's expulsion of the poets</title>
			<description>Whyhath thoubeen expelled,at firstI asked&amp;nbsp;But nowI knowand stillreturn&amp;nbsp;I onceexpelledyou too,your thrushso muteon mattersof scienceand hermeneutics&amp;nbsp;ButI've reachedthe limitof rationality,occasionedthe heathand knowwhere to find it,..</description>
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			<title>The new day</title>
			<description>The new daycomes upon usas we chew the bonesof last night's dinner.</description>
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			<title>mourning a dead wife</title>
			<description>Dig&amp;nbsp;a ditch,Bury Her.When She's in the groundWe'll be sure She's dead.&amp;nbsp;A shovel,A spade.A shovel,We need.A shovel,Atleast 20.And we commence.&amp;nbsp;We are dirty,Rub our chins,light cigarettes.&quot;5 minutes&quot;&quot;But we've already waited&quot; says one.&quot;5 more&quot; I say...</description>
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			<title>Kiss, kiss</title>
			<description>Kind of a Susia Asado...for perverts</description>
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			<title>A snow-crowned edifice (chapters 1-3)</title>
			<description>Chapter 1 Have you ever smelled so bad that whenever you lifted your arms you thought you were going to throw up? I&amp;rsquo;m sweating so much that every time I lean against a wall, paint rubs off on me and I end up looking like a wannabe mime, a real half-assed wannabe mime. Now I&amp;rsquo;m sweating ..</description>
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			<title>A snow-crowned edifice</title>
			<description>Here's the snapshot-Noah likes to take drugs and he's got a gentle indifference to authority. When he's not smoking cigarettes he can't afford he's arm-chair philosophizing. Sometimes he gets real ambitous and tries both at the same time. It's only about</description>
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