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			<title>Disgust or Arrogance </title>
			<description>Perhaps I am an arrogant a*****e, with the delusional idea that I am somehow superior than those around me. But I am at a great disgust with what lays before me. The world is not what we believed when we were inside the safety of our mothers womb. It is not this land of fantasy, where you can soar a..</description>
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			<title>Night is Not Eternity </title>
			<description>Cheap rum rushes down my throat, quenching nothing, but instead only building the craving. Lust dances through the air, enticing all. A light breeze carries away the heat of a Caribbean summer night. More is poured, as if rum and tequila is the elixir of the Gods. Bodies sway to the beat as the band..</description>
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			<title>A Space Cowboy </title>
			<description>The tingling of the acid on my tongue is all too familiar. Your eyes widening with fear, but oh so much excitement.The floors expanded, the ceilings vanished, and a siren began blaring. I saw only flashes of curiosity and comfort, as my best friend, closet concept of a brother, became more foreign. ..</description>
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			<title>A Reminiscent Writer </title>
			<description>Cheap cigarette smoke hangs stale in the air of a dimly lit room with no windows. A dark brown, chipped wood table is cluttered with ink stained papers, with words written through a deep bottle of rum. Forgotten by humankind. Reminiscent of the days of my innocent youth&amp;hellip; before the corruption..</description>
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			<title>Operation Trainee </title>
			<description>Volume 3 in my series. This brings us back to Johns training when he first joined Ground-Zero.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jackgerow123/1539331/</link>
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			<title>Ground-Zero</title>
			<description>Volume 2 in my series</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jackgerow123/1538736/</link>
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			<title>Number 1</title>
			<description>Book 1 in a series of short stories</description>
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