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			<title>randomosity 5</title>
			<description>when history happened, it happened fast.thegods ate small children. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t that these celestial highness&amp;rsquo;s gainedextraordinary powers or insights from the experience--small people simplytasted good.youknow how it is with gods.&amp;nbsp; They'redistant, judgmental, over-e..</description>
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			<title>damnation</title>
			<description>DamnationCryGod damn youcryShe just smiledshe had sold her soulfor that smileIt was worth the price</description>
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			<title>The Swampman</title>
			<description>The swampmanthe door openedwith the soft wet shlupof two lips kissingHis room was a bayouhot and moistas a dogs meat fouled breathmy boots sankinto green shag carpetthe slime of it clingsI found himI found himcrouchedin the far corneraround himwallpaper snailed it's waydown moldy wallsHe had turned ..</description>
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			<title>lilac spring</title>
			<description>Lilac springOh the purple lilacI am wrappedin your embracethere is springwhere you havetouched me</description>
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			<title>the Judgement of sisters</title>
			<description>The Judgement of sistersWhat do we see before us sisters?A manWhat has he to say to us sisters?NothingCut the thread.</description>
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			<title>when I was four</title>
			<description>When I was fourIn the summer kitchensitting at a bright yellow tableIt is warm therewhen the sun shines</description>
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			<title>old wood</title>
			<description>Old WoodIn the barnsurrounded by the&amp;nbsp;ghosts of yesterdaysHorsesNestled dreamingin dusty haythe world isold wood</description>
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			<title>snow white's mirror</title>
			<description>once upon a time&amp;nbsp;in the burned out tower&amp;nbsp;of the ancient fortress&amp;nbsp;she danced&amp;nbsp;with naked feet&amp;nbsp;over the broken illusion&amp;nbsp;of her perfection&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>randomosity 4</title>
			<description>randomosity 4&amp;nbsp;Among other oddities, some hikers have been spotted scaling the mountain carrying a ball with a golden ring, strung together by a single thread.almost directly below, the former Economic History student is squatting in the middle of her living room carpet, rummaging through a suit..</description>
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			<title>six words</title>
			<description>insane catlady have gluegun will travel</description>
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			<title>chapter 35 final sumation</title>
			<description>This is the ending the final summation of a performance art piece, if not of the highest artistic merit ever performed in San Francisco, it was I would argue, one of the most effective. &amp;nbsp;The article came out in the Saturday edition of the San Francisco chronicle and by Monday the funding was re..</description>
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			<title>chapter 33 being in the now</title>
			<description>I didn&amp;rsquo;t wait til dawns early light before calling a cab. &amp;nbsp;Far be it from me to stay in a place I am so clearly not wanted. &amp;nbsp;The coo coo clock says goodbye twice as I drag my suite case out the door to the waiting cab.Of course if I had known that the bus station didn&amp;rsquo;t &amp;nbsp;e..</description>
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			<title>chapter 32  as you wish</title>
			<description>5am the coo coo clock announces, enter my uncle stage left, right on cue. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Hello Wally.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo; What the F**k are you doing here?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;That is a very long story. &amp;nbsp;But first things first, coffee.&amp;rdquo;We settle around the kitchen table coffee mugs in hand. &amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>chapter 31 there's no place like home</title>
			<description>A few days later Burt is seeing me off at the airport, we stop at a caf&amp;eacute; for a last cup of coffee.&amp;ldquo;You must be looking forward to seeing your grandmother again.&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;Burt says.&amp;ldquo;No Burt,&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;I sigh tiredly. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m really not.&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;I am tired..</description>
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			<title>chapter 30 so what's on the menue?</title>
			<description>Things proceeded on the expected course the closure of the hospital a done deal all that remained was paper work and the shuffling off the patients to,, well somewhere. &amp;nbsp;I am called into the conference room . &amp;nbsp;The time had come for them to sort out my fate.Burt is there and the evil Dr. Ch..</description>
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			<title>chapter 29  the art of politics</title>
			<description>And so the days past. &amp;nbsp;Sun rises, sun sets, the world turns, I read some books, made some bead jewelry, painted a little, puttered about the library and the clothes closet and I waited. &amp;nbsp;Great thing about time, sooner or later something almost always happens. &amp;nbsp;And something happened.I..</description>
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			<title>chapter 28  HOPE, PARDOX AND REASON WENT INTO A BAR&amp;hellip;. </title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;How will you feel if people never believe you?&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;Burt asks me.&amp;ldquo;People don&amp;rsquo;t believe me now do they?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Hmm well , no.&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;He leans back on the couch and crosses his legs, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.&amp;ldquo;Do I look like I am all that upset ove..</description>
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			<title>chapter 27    Ladies don&amp;rsquo;t&amp;rsquo; fight </title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Have you ever had any instances of missing time?&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;Burt fishing for a UFO abduction? &amp;nbsp;Surely not UFO abductions sooo 70&amp;rsquo;s. &amp;nbsp;Satanic ritual in some clown themed day care, very 80&amp;rsquo;s but still a very popular item in some circles. &amp;nbsp;&amp;lsquo;Course some evil clo..</description>
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			<title>chapter 26   Librarians do more than dust books </title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Are Cheetoes bad for you?&amp;rdquo;Librarians are asked many unusual questions.&amp;nbsp; Tommy walks into the library clutching a little open bag of cheetoes to his emaciated chest. &amp;nbsp;Tommy is an old testament prophet who dresses like an extra from the fiddler on the roof. &amp;nbsp;Other than his ..</description>
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			<title>chapter 25  do you even know what you're doing?</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Do you even know what you&amp;rsquo;re doing? &amp;nbsp;Charles demands in the high pitched outrage of a dedicated queen who has found his straight roommate putting his favorite angora sweater in the washing machine. &amp;nbsp;I have always considered it a most unfortunate mismatch for overly bulky men t..</description>
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			<title>chapter 24  GLOOM DISPAIR AND AGONY ON ME </title>
			<description>It is a gray day, gray clouds covering the sun, there is that damp mist in the air, not enough to inconvenience a cigarette but heavier than dew. &amp;nbsp;I am sitting in the smoking patio with a few other dedicated smokers. &amp;nbsp;We are all sitting silently smoking staring out through the chain link f..</description>
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			<title>chapter 23   The evil Dr. Chin</title>
			<description>I am an evil snarky b***h. &amp;nbsp;That being so, let me clear the air just a little. &amp;nbsp;Despite my snarky comments about, well most everyone, most of the people working in the MHRF are very good people. &amp;nbsp; They are doing a hard job with little support, no clear mandate, no &amp;nbsp;clear objectiv..</description>
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			<title>chapter 22   A discourse on the absence of barking dogs</title>
			<description>I am sitting at a table in the day room just doodling. &amp;nbsp;Using my water color pens just doodling. &amp;nbsp;Filling one piece of paper after another with pointless chaos of colors. &amp;nbsp;Andrew comes up and stands behind me watching me doodle. &amp;nbsp;Andrew is a nurse from England and very English in..</description>
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			<title>chapter  21 The Politics of q-tips </title>
			<description>So at the appointed time I arrived in the activity room at take my place at the council table.Rose is more or less in charge, something between a moderator and secretary. &amp;nbsp;Diane is there, she is a very quiet Asian woman who drools, one of the side effects of her medication. &amp;nbsp;Seems terrible..</description>
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			<title>chapter  20  And who is this God person anyway?   </title>
			<description>If the people in my high school had been told I would end up as a mad house Librarian, no one would have been a bit surprised. &amp;nbsp;I felt pretty pleased stuck in a mad house and I manage to get my own office and I didn&amp;rsquo;t have to bite anyone for it.I had a nice trickle of people coming in to ..</description>
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			<title>chapter 19  The librarian is in</title>
			<description>Bored, bored, bored.Opportunities for amusement are few and far between.The activities room, I mostly avoided. &amp;nbsp;I did drop in once a day or so to smile and exchange pleasantries. &amp;nbsp;I thought if Rose got used to seeing me around in a friendly sort of way she might not flutter about so.One da..</description>
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			<title>chapter 18  Mucus Membranes</title>
			<description>Three months in life has settled into the dull routine of never ending eternal boredom. &amp;nbsp;Honestly I was having more fun when people were trying to kill me.I have gone through two more roommates in rather quick order.First Lila. &amp;nbsp;She is 50ish Asian woman, fat, overly dressed for the occasio..</description>
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			<title>chapter 17   of barbie dolls and quilts</title>
			<description>For the first week I am restricted to the ward. They want to make sure I don&amp;rsquo;t go rabbit and jump the fence. &amp;nbsp;I am bored, bored, bored, bored. &amp;nbsp;I rather thought being in a mad house would be more interesting. &amp;nbsp;I am still put out by the whole no basket weaving thing. &amp;nbsp;I tell..</description>
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			<title>chapter 16    The girl from someplace else</title>
			<description>I get a room equipped with a bed, locker, and roommate. &amp;nbsp;The room is bland enough, like a college dorm room except for the plastic covering on the mattress. &amp;nbsp;This I understood the reason for, easier cleaning for the incontinent. &amp;nbsp;I tried very hard not to think of how many people had p..</description>
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			<title>chapter 15  SMURFS</title>
			<description>The powers of bureaucracy had a hard time figuring out how to fit me into their paperwork, but the wheels turn, if but slowly. &amp;nbsp;I was called into the small bland office of paper shuffling so a boring little man in a dull brown suite could tell me my fate.I sit, he shuffles the papers in front o..</description>
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			<title>chapter 14   would you like to play a game?</title>
			<description>I slept until noon.My fan club outside were still screaming their fool heads off. &amp;nbsp;The thing under the floor was still vibrating in &amp;nbsp;seeming frustration. &amp;nbsp;The computer geek the fish wife and Allen were still arguing.I yawned and got out of bed. &amp;nbsp;For once I didn&amp;rsquo;t go out to ..</description>
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			<title>chapter 13  Now I lay me down to sleep </title>
			<description>They wanted me dead and now that there was a hundred thousand down on the deal they redoubled their efforts. &amp;nbsp;The screaming the honking people trying my door, the traveling thing under the floor, it never stopped never paused, never let up. &amp;nbsp;I was wearing down. &amp;nbsp;I am a stubborn woman ..</description>
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			<title>chapter 12  Why you&amp;rsquo;re nothing but a bunch of playing cards! </title>
			<description>The next morning Allan is all good cheer. &amp;nbsp;He asks if I am looking forward to our trip to Tiburon&amp;ldquo;Oh well as it turns out I won&amp;rsquo;t be able to go after all.&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;I tell him.&amp;ldquo;Why not?&amp;rdquo; He asks me.&amp;ldquo;Because your people have really loud voices.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;What?..</description>
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			<title>chapter 11  ET TU BRUTE? </title>
			<description>Monday, everything stopped. &amp;nbsp;I woke up that morning to silence. &amp;nbsp;No screaming crack heads no blaring horns, just normal everyday traffic. &amp;nbsp;I go out for my morning coffee. &amp;nbsp;The cars are gone, Queeny and her court have retuned to their usual corner by the alley in front of the Chri..</description>
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			<title>chapter 10  How to Annoy people</title>
			<description>I woke at 5am and threw on my torn jeans clean enough t shirt and my doc martins and skipped out the door. &amp;nbsp;I gave a cheerful wave to my dedicated fan club and went across the street for my coffee, doughnut newspaper and cigs.You might think that I was taking quite a risk in so exposing myself ..</description>
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			<title>chapter 9  And the west wind blew;  Or; Well for heavens sake why didn&amp;rsquo;t you just ask? </title>
			<description>I sat cross legged on the floor, my coat in my lap, needle and thread in my hand. Letting my mind wander as I sewed beads onto the coat. &amp;nbsp;Yellow bead, yellow bead, yellow bead, white bead.&amp;ldquo;That b***h is worth fifty thousand dollars.&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;At the time I had dismissed the words as fo..</description>
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			<title>chapter 8  CURISIOUSIER AND CURIOUSIER SAID ALICE </title>
			<description>I drank my coffee and read my newspaper in blessed peace. &amp;nbsp;For the first time in two weeks my irritating little fan club was silent. &amp;nbsp;The morning continued quiet so I thought it would be a good time to take a quick trip out to get supplies. &amp;nbsp;I locked the deadbolt and the lock on the d..</description>
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			<title>chapter 7  AND THIS WAS SUCH A NICE QUIET NEIGBORHOOD</title>
			<description>One night some time after midnight I am woken up by a god awful hallabaloo coming from the street below my windows. &amp;nbsp;I am normally pretty good at ignoring city noises, O&amp;rsquo;Farrell is a busy street the traffic never sleeps on O&amp;rsquo;Farrell street, buses, cabs, people going to the theaters ..</description>
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			<title>chapter 6  THE CATCH 22 SOLUTION  </title>
			<description>About a week later I am asked if I wish to return to my old apartment building to pick through the remains of my life. &amp;nbsp;I politely declined. &amp;nbsp;Too much like stepping on my own grave thank you very much. &amp;nbsp;I gave them a list of things they could bring if they wished to go to the trouble...</description>
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			<title>chapter 5    I NEVER COULD GET THE HANG OF THRUSDAYS  </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I was taken to Saint Frances HospitalI mumbled out the basics, name former address, insurance none and babbled incoherently about a fire. &amp;nbsp;That done I retired from further active participation with the world around me.The nurses took my temp blood pressure, timed my heart beat. &amp;nbsp;It w..</description>
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			<title>chapter 4  Burning bridiges</title>
			<description>I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out. &amp;nbsp;I sighed and took out my bronze Zippo.&amp;ldquo;Well time for me to be moving on.&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;I said looking up at the ceiling. &amp;nbsp;They were watching, they were always watching, always listening, cameras and microphones in my ceiling. &amp;nbsp;I dont l..</description>
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			<title>chapter 3 Bad girl, bad girl such a dirty bad girl beep beep    </title>
			<description>I wasn&amp;rsquo;t going to go into this at all. &amp;nbsp;Wasn&amp;rsquo;t going to mention being a w***e at all because it really doesn&amp;rsquo;t have anything to do with what happened. &amp;nbsp;No more than being a waitress has anything to do with getting run over by a drunk driver. &amp;nbsp;But in the end I decided..</description>
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			<title>chapter 2    promises, promises</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Ohh yes that&amp;rsquo;s it baby f**k me, f**k me hard.(S**t I hate it when they want me to talk. &amp;nbsp;Now I am quite talkative by nature. &amp;nbsp;One of those annoying creatures who has vocal opinions about waaaay to many things. &amp;nbsp;But sex talk? &amp;nbsp;I am more than happy to spend hours discu..</description>
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			<title>the end</title>
			<description>DRINKING TEA WITH AN EMPTY CUPAdrienne Cahill WarrenSan Francisco CaSan Francisco ChronicleSan Francisco General Hospital Mental Health Rehabilitation Facility2002-2004&amp;nbsp;Adrienne Warren had just gotten outof San Francisco General Hospital's psychiatric treatment center. She had aplane ti..</description>
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			<title>drink tea with an empty cup</title>
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			<title>randomosity 3</title>
			<description>most soldiers in most wars until recently have avoided aiming at the enemy and firing. &amp;nbsp;The truth is only good when it helps you win. If you lose by telling the truth then maybe you should tell the truth at another time.The Market is good; the Market giveth; the Market taketh away; bles..</description>
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			<title>randomosity  2</title>
			<description>Great is the power of steady misrepresentation&amp;rdquo; growled Darwin as soon as humans attempt &amp;ldquo;any depth or generality of thought, they go mad almost infallibly. no blame attaches to you if you are doing what everyone else is&amp;#12288;What after all is suffering for if not to be enjoy..</description>
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			<title>randomosity</title>
			<description>do you hear voices?</description>
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