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			<title>Misc Memories 1</title>
			<description>Misc Memories&amp;nbsp;Back in 03 there was the reemergence of lollapalooza. I went along with a group of four or five friends, hung out all evening, snuck five joints in, in my sock, bad idea, they got wrinkled up, and didn&amp;rsquo;t smoke well. Met an old hippie that gave me that advice to always think ..</description>
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			<title>Kamran's words </title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Good morning my friends! As the election draws closer, I just want to leave a note saying that whether yuou are a trumpet or a bidenite the system is rigged, everybody is corrupted. We need an act of god, so instead of getting all tweaked about who is going to get elected, and what&amp;rsquo;s go..</description>
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			<title>Forces</title>
			<description>Stars of varying sizes like fish swimming in an oceanThreats like the eternal pondering of the questionWhy my vexation, why my insurrection&amp;nbsp;What age would a one be when they have a set fixed character behavior habits?&amp;nbsp;Who are you?&amp;nbsp;By what rate and depth do you seek the ultimate law&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Unfinished Poem</title>
			<description>would you tradeWhat if life could be brand newWould you trade in everything you knew&amp;nbsp;What kind of spice might be out there waiting for youAway from your chains your prison your you&amp;nbsp;Could you just shed them, remove them, slither yourself out of themShake them all off&amp;nbsp;All those moments ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2783478/</link>
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			<title>The Beginning</title>
			<description>Lost in confusion, clearly lost in the details and lost in confusion from the first wordFrom the first step,&amp;nbsp;Everything doomed everything encrusted in soiled by fateThere is no thoughtfulness, is no poise, no skepticismOne thousand broken dreams and visions of promiseBlemish in the background o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2165902/</link>
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			<title>music's</title>
			<description>Playing musicforging new rhythmswhatever pace and emphasis</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2105234/</link>
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			<title>bar of barrels </title>
			<description>vexed by the literal, sure and relative.&amp;nbsp;tricked by nuanced&amp;nbsp;led astray by rhetoric&amp;nbsp;bleached by turbulence is my poor soul</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2102854/</link>
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			<title>m</title>
			<description>my thoughts mean sheerly what they mean, my thoughts are sheerly what they are. I tell myself that</description>
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			<title>uhhhhhhhh</title>
			<description>The Reasoning, Purpose, Usefullness of Working TogetherI have been leaning towards thinking and feeling what other people think and feel of me, that its for a loser and of someone who just, cant do it on his own, that is dependent of others, that they, I want to have others around me and work with t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2076796/</link>
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			<title>a poem</title>
			<description>The elaborate dance of my&amp;nbsp;schizophrenia, the hopeless resignation of control to moods of my bi-polarity. The after-impression in a smile or a frown, drawing the disparity, with the truth, the thing you just said has, either happier or sadder than than it was said, often sillier, in manic-depres..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2076147/</link>
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			<title>The street walker</title>
			<description>Why I Always Wear SandalsWhen I returned from China in 2012, I subconsciously then consciously just constantly always preferrably wore sandals. &amp;nbsp;Coming back from a city like Beijing where hardly any birds even dwell, let alone squirrels or any trace of nature, where you are not allowed to walk ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2075711/</link>
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			<title>Excerpts from Montaigne's 'Apology for Raymond Sebond'</title>
			<description>Michel Montaigne. Exceprts from 'Apology for Raymond Sebond'(from the best, not free translation of the portland professor donald m frame)&amp;nbsp;What good can we suppose it did Varro and Aristotle to know so many things?&amp;nbsp;Have they found that sensual pleasure and health are more savory to him who..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2074312/</link>
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			<title>gottenrich</title>
			<description>Keeping somebody on solid stable ground, disrupts them, corrupts them, causes them to fall, fail. trying to knock someone off of solid ground, stable ground, can make them, place them, put them there!&amp;nbsp;Not everything is straight-forward, sometimes things can be two ways, often its time, its the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2070586/</link>
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			<title>Convinced You Don&amp;rsquo;t Matter</title>
			<description>Convinced You Don&amp;rsquo;t Matterthe normal struggles and questionsthe regular rejection of pride,	so hard to reconcilelucid vivid teaser feverhow high and how deep	we&amp;rsquo;ll never knowanyone can be convinced they dont matter</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2069950/</link>
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			<title>not my words 1</title>
			<description>&quot;if the main theme throughout my writing is 'can we consider the universe real, and if so in what way' my secondary theme would be, 'are we all humans?' ... fakery is a topic which absolutely fascinates me, i am convinced that anything can be faked, or anyhow, evidence pointing to any given thing. s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2068465/</link>
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			<title>Fashioned</title>
			<description>fashionedformat uniform form nature second nature routinehabituated regimented necessary,&amp;nbsp;and no learning or math can be funno projects, inteligence directed could be yoursfinancial imagination, mental realitymetamorphisized&amp;nbsp;tid bit recognized, tilt of the headcalibratedran running diagnos..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2068461/</link>
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			<title>ardentualectually </title>
			<description>What you've seen towhat you call you've decided onwhat is certainwhat is taken for granted and presumedwhat is permeantyou wanted only to be unmovablewanted to be respected by knowing it allonly to be witty and knowledgeable enoughwanted to not be impressable, not be influenceableand you've got that..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2067496/</link>
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			<title>e he he</title>
			<description>eheheWhen i say im going to do away with something mentally, why am i not sure? Why even when i say such a thing outloud confidently, with all conviction, why do i myself, not believe a word?Why, when up is left, when time is right, when time is short, when nuance and ambivilence meet relativisitc, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2067409/</link>
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			<title>Ardent</title>
			<description>Ardent and adamantine strong,the deepest mind, the deepest learning it has, which the best teaching is forstrength of it, from, by, its being fluid and perfectly poised like air, like waterIt is made of the stuff that can so easily be dispelled,&amp;nbsp;so light like the state of a dream, that it may e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2064344/</link>
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			<title>Connection 2</title>
			<description>Its just a long ornate frivolous pursuitSemantic matinee innate contextual loopFull and half and perspective basedToo boringly stupid it is, thus we improvise&amp;nbsp;And its dramatic for me in how much I love to say its dramaticIts serious and I know people all over this land massAnd they are animals,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2063819/</link>
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			<title>Connection 1, version 2</title>
			<description>Im going to pretend that nothing is over simplistic for a whileI'm going to pretend that behaviorism doesn't need to be behaviorismed and isn't a part of behaviorism, for a whileIm going to pretend that this pretending is not forever,im so tired, I'm going to close my eyes for just a wee second</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2063678/</link>
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			<title>connection 1</title>
			<description>Im going to pretend that nothing is over simplistic for a whileI'm going to pretend that behaviorism doesn't need to be behavioralismed and isn't a part of behavioralism, for a while</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2063667/</link>
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			<title>te</title>
			<description>trifling on something, overlooking something, wrong, inversely&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>nonsense</title>
			<description>expected frazzleedge fickletase and feelsweet that has no tastebut a smell along the road in autumn in the morningSomething subtle, small you are feeling, are knowingprobably taking for grantedprobably those days and thatand nothing you could touchbut everything, all nonsense at oncethere's more tha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2062692/</link>
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			<title>ahrhawreha</title>
			<description>the bursting with passionate dance lifeno direction, but have tried out have been directed and directed a little&amp;nbsp;your bleak an unkind bleakpaint a picture, metaphoricallycosmic isolation, silver river of alonethat solemn disinterested laid back nonchalancei've never made it enough to be able to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2062503/</link>
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			<title>[]</title>
			<description>fast and slow push on mepast and future pull methe art of life and the way elude me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2062443/</link>
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			<title>To a terrible oversimplification and feigned glory  </title>
			<description>To a terrible oversimplification and feigned glory&amp;nbsp;Whats the rushWhy is your face red&amp;nbsp;It isn&amp;rsquo;t a blushWhat laughter do you relish inWhich laughter do you fearBuy them a beerHear them outHumor me&amp;nbsp;There&amp;rsquo;s a lot to sift, to wade throughSometimes gems and gold dust&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2061999/</link>
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			<title>some glory</title>
			<description>A terrible oversimplification and feigned glory&amp;nbsp;It seems that everyone is trying to one-up everybody, and the subconscious&amp;hellip;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;hellip; courtesy or remaining vestige of polite courtesy, civility and community is only hiding what fierce competition and high stakes there are, (the subco..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2061998/</link>
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			<title>12</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;That pictured envisioned for all of time, looking up, trying to get out of the minesThe regular disappearing, royal mental block, got used to itNot making use of itLearning through, over time, keeping notesLike the canyon and the tired tattered layers of all history&amp;nbsp;The full is just half,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2061994/</link>
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			<title>Oh God Damn</title>
			<description>oh god damn my style that never was turned into a mere brandoh, the tacit succinct gleam of my smile is my conceit of my self?Pull you see that seam little thread that underlining line holding it alltogether, what you might think of it later, after some times, give it some timeRegret, but normal the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2060718/</link>
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			<title>---</title>
			<description>Ahhh,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;where do I start, what do I start with, this this this page it is blankNo its not, and I am full and this polarity contradiction, I like and it leads somewhereMontaigne once said once spouted, wisdom lies in contradiction,Could you believe how ataraxiaing that could be?&amp;nbsp;This di..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2060560/</link>
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			<title>harsh poem or song</title>
			<description>Plastic animal,&amp;nbsp;Broken shamblesTaped with plastic tape sandalsThose vandals, got to keep this thing goin&amp;nbsp;Who planned this, or who could see&amp;nbsp;Who has responsibility, who has power, how do you knowFirst there was this temptress then you followedNow theres you, now theres you, now theres ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2060231/</link>
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			<title>yo</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;All day I sit around puzzled,Wondering about all the possibilitiesWondering about what is worthy&amp;nbsp;Is this harmony, is this efficiency, nature or intelligence that I see?Or is this drivel and pestilence, is this the height of ignorance submerging everything?&amp;nbsp;The simple ends and means, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2060229/</link>
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			<title>ahh</title>
			<description>WTM&amp;nbsp;What time is mine, three pauses for every utteranceWaiting hesitation and patience for the noteWaiting to fully understand, gather more informationProcrastinating, apathetic and passive and more than fully aware&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;d rather err there.I&amp;rsquo;d just rather err there&amp;nbsp;The mean t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/2060227/</link>
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			<title>Anniversary </title>
			<description>How I wish I could not careI wish it wasn&amp;rsquo;t thereAll compassion, all sensible reasonI could revert to feeling that anti-brains/intellectualfeelingI could let the visceral/ animal breathe about me as I beatupon the earth and feel its dust an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/1759392/</link>
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			<title> See end of poem</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ends, no pleasant timeJust what we&amp;rsquo;re busy afterStuck with material things less than Immaterial things.I say of my self, I remain unencumbered, I will surmount my obstacleOf its self, the all, the prospect, the explanationHow mysterious, how curious could infinite n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/1715870/</link>
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			<title>Neutral according to objecting to not be able to object</title>
			<description>The tree billowed out of the seed, out of its mirror as wellMuch more flexibly the rock, remained steadfastAvalanches of nimble astroid belt, in attendanceOne of which hollered, per hindranceAll along the plane, none off it9 planets stay, speak through heat like children of some other childThe show ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/1712537/</link>
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			<title>Pennical  - Problem disc running, game disc dusting</title>
			<description>Not quotingnot observingnot notingNot guesingNot tryingNot concernedNot in memes or mannerismsNot in fast, not in slowNot in a list of notsNot in cynicismNot in acknowledge, providing for and negatingNot in sight as opposed to not seeing thatJust sayin manProblem disc running, game disc dusting</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/1712515/</link>
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			<title>enemy patrol</title>
			<description>Sometimes they appear enshrined in wholly normal attiredressed up just enough to blend in herein the sense it makes, a strict clerk refused the transactionrunning along side like a vicarious living boxer's managerpopping up in clouds, endlessly like the deepest welled plastic blow bubble machinethe ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/1665606/</link>
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			<title>on moving</title>
			<description>my time is always moved around me, my actions in motion way way out of contact withfar too deep and confounding to be bothered with, must be moving onbut wait, in between our grounds, in between our ways, there is the middle ground, middle pathOh yeah, but I reserve, the right to be like cartman and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/1665597/</link>
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			<title>Two Short Poems</title>
			<description>I can close my eyes and stop my sightbut I can't, in the same way, close my ears and hearingI can shut my mind and not think about somethingbut much like my ears, its hard not to have feelings at things passingLearning to ignore the coolness of arrogance&amp;rsquo;s certainfeelings&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/1646182/</link>
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			<title>Writhing of the Blind, So close and So stuck, Picturesque happless Barbed wire in the face</title>
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			<title>Defiance of Einstein</title>
			<description>The truth is anybody who gets and doesn't give back is pond scum</description>
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			<title>Welling</title>
			<description>Hide, meetSecond-glance at ancient concreteEvery move careful&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; like I might betray something I don't want to of myselfOr maybe I turn that stumble into a funny dance, maybe the adrenaline of the fall picks me back up Ownership, what a b***h&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; talk me up, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/1642287/</link>
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			<title>Not mine for sure. (Michel Montaigne)</title>
			<description>Men do not know the natural infirmity of their mind: it does nothing but ferret and quest , and keeps incessantly whirling around, building up and becoming entangled in its own work, like our silkworms and is suffocated in it. A mouse in a pitch barrel. (Erasmus) it thinks it notices from a distance..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BenG/1616461/</link>
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			<title>Super Like That</title>
			<description>A wholeness complete comprehensive full jetting jutting sputtering exploding fireworkThe irony contradiction of choices and freedom being the freedom to duck under the marked boundaries and loosely laid ribbons to the forbidden the off the march, located off the beaten path, no way to go un punish..</description>
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			<title>So in with it that we get it so well that we needn't bother think</title>
			<description>How far north do you have to go until you reach free landLived in a tree house farther than remoteInternational waters here I comeI will ride a dugong, and come in secondThe idea that a lord or earl or count laid claim to itThe ambitious surveyor, the thorough tax strain(er)The Himalayan mountain an..</description>
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			<title>Hinging On </title>
			<description>And by removing one part, the massive machine, in its entirety, crumbledKidding who,&amp;nbsp;That you'd ever remove it..Landing in a crater, enter planetA will estranged from its petty squabbling, busy-body jostleWhen ideas become seriously real, reality begets belonging&amp;nbsp;Stockholm syndrome gets in..</description>
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			<title>Pandora Realized there are no Squares in Nature</title>
			<description>The unknowable to feelTime's productivityWhat beings do when they're not looking for meatWhat they've replaced with what, unwittinglyAll about pride and the ends justify the endsAll in the mind's eye dust covered, endlessly uncheckedArt, creativity, imagination, to connect is all online nowDon't bla..</description>
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			<title>Assembled </title>
			<description>Thump on the nail above the point I had my finger onA slump in obedience to the motivation projectorAnd the depth of reality compared to yesterdayAnd order and chaos only said cause the sophist dislikes skeptics</description>
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