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		<description>The original writings of author Katherine Rose Whitmore</description>
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			<title>What Does Love Feel Like?</title>
			<description>All the love I&amp;rsquo;ve ever felt has either been unrequited or familial and platonic. Thus, I cannot perfectly comprehend what orbits the world of relationships. I hear love as a pounding ram against the barred doors of one&amp;rsquo;s ribs and see love as four pupils leaping from their sockets a..</description>
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			<title>The Thing</title>
			<description>When you know that you are indeed alone, a shudder scuttles into your spine and takes control of you, gifting fear instead of comfort. Nothing can best the monsters, the Things, that plague one&amp;rsquo;s imagination, save for one thing. The bedsheet. Nothing can penetrate a bedsheet, if it bla..</description>
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			<title>The Lake</title>
			<description>In the beginning there was no separation between darkness and light. They melted together without subjective conscious minds. But then a great force rent existence apart in a single shuddering breath, time became the despot of life, and the two forces of all things were thrown as combatants ..</description>
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			<title>Tai Tai</title>
			<description>A memory piece exploring my grandmother's memorial.</description>
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			<title>Nightbeast</title>
			<description>Hobos are terrifying!</description>
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			<title>Triumph of the Soul</title>
			<description>Unedited freewrite on the transcendence of time in writing.</description>
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			<title>Words</title>
			<description>An unedited freewrite on the virtues of language.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madamdepomp/550214/</link>
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			<title>Possible Pedagogy of Psychopathy</title>
			<description>A performance piece: picture a recruiter for the insane shouting from a street corner.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madamdepomp/550209/</link>
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			<title>Charnel Paradigm</title>
			<description>&quot;Charnel Paradigm&quot; is comprised of three different parts: Animal killing Animal (The Hunt), Man killing Animal (The House), and Animal killing Man (The History). </description>
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