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			<title>Halloween 2010</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The fall's first rainstorm ended in time for the weekend. With the clouds gone, the view of the stars reminds you how far you are from any major city. It's about midnight. The air smells like espresso and marijuana and fresh bread. Storefronts, some active, some darkened, are accented with..</description>
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			<title>The Darkness of Tooth-Brushing</title>
			<description>I finished my Chinese grapefruit at breakfast and then walked to the bathroom. Two crystalline knobs, one for hot water and the other for cold, operated the faucet of the white sink. Out of a long-standing habit developed from an innate desire to simplify routine, everyday actions, I turned only the..</description>
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			<title>Parade</title>
			<description>In a quiet landscape of concrete,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of chainlink, asphalt, empty metal&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Shells of diesel-powered vehicles,Erratic twilight falls.Sheets of whispering flames&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Rise up, and these echo flic..</description>
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			<title>The Philanthropic Zombie</title>
			<description>Among the silent ruins of Seattle resided a tribe of peaceful zombies. The wind rushed down city streets now occupied only by scattered trash, abandoned vehicles, and the wandering undead. To a being having retained sufficient mental processes, the landscape would appear free and at peace, even Zen-..</description>
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			<title>Zombie Garden</title>
			<description>Senior Project.</description>
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			<title>Night/Morning</title>
			<description>Failing to survive the zombie apocalypse.</description>
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			<title>Zombie Burrito</title>
			<description>seated&amp;nbsp;upon the cheap beige cushioned bench seat, heuses his fingers with their chipped black nailsto insert the burrito into his salivating mouth.the teeth remove large conglomeratebundles of cooked beans and rice grains and rawtomato, all of which disintegrate abouthis tongue befo..</description>
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