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			<title>Writing Degree: Crisis</title>
			<description>When the signifiers f**k you...and you collapse on the floor...once, twice...forever. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jouissance/1392615/</link>
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			<title>The Death of Knowledge </title>
			<description>If at once, I should be able to leave all myself behind in order to lay on the floor of the forest forever. &amp;nbsp;Should I, moving swiftly towards self destruction--drowned in fire and booze and darkness--abandon what kills me. Should I, seeing what I could have been, return to grace?&amp;nbsp;And then ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jouissance/1353340/</link>
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			<title>Disintegration  </title>
			<description>Is it alright at once&amp;nbsp;To&amp;nbsp;DisintegrateTo &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;DeteriorateTo&amp;nbsp;apply f**k-all &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;To&amp;nbsp;the classicsand&amp;nbsp;Tothe Philosophers.&amp;nbsp;To&amp;nbsp;carve my o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jouissance/1353337/</link>
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			<title>Great Views of Irvine, California </title>
			<description>	It was dark--lacking sound and fury. &amp;nbsp;I laid prostrate on the dirt below the sandstone rock-shelter and hugged my knees against my chest. &amp;nbsp;The helicopter swept down the valley and pulled up before the houses on the coast and I cracked...standing up and heading back to the trail. &amp;nbsp;My ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jouissance/1346381/</link>
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			<title>Dead Souls</title>
			<description>&quot;Beach Boulevard&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jouissance/1345172/</link>
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			<title>I Reform Myself</title>
			<description>From &quot;Beach Boulevard&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jouissance/1343695/</link>
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			<title>Four and a Half Minutes in A Flat</title>
			<description>Exit.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jouissance/1343687/</link>
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			<title>McDonalds/El Salvador</title>
			<description>Another section from my larger collection &quot;Beach Boulevard&quot; 
It means everything.  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jouissance/1343098/</link>
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			<title>Don't Eat Stuff Off the Sidewalk</title>
			<description>&quot;Beach Boulevard&quot;  </description>
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