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		<description>The original writings of author Jericho &amp;trade;</description>
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			<title>qwdoijfhqowif</title>
			<description>I was never one to find God on a street corner. No, every street corner I passed by was instead filled with human beings as lost and as empty as myself. My numbing skin twitches against the sharp, fierce atmosphere as my gaze bends against the wind's current. A stop-motion effect falls upon my tunne..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerichotx/1115405/</link>
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			<title>UNTITLED HUMAN LIFE WHAT? NOT SURE HOLY S**T ITS EARLY</title>
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			<title>&quot;The Burdens of Blessings&quot;</title>
			<description>The world screamed &quot;happiness&quot;.The pizzazz was so attractive.My brethren clawed at my seams to keep me from falling,All I was worried about was keeping my addictions active.Everyone has their own vices and virtues,It's all apart of the pursuit to happiness.Don't follow this road, friend.Because when..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerichotx/1002976/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Head Versus Heart&quot;</title>
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			<title>&quot;Humanity Isn't Humane&quot;</title>
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			<title>&quot;Depart&quot;</title>
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			<title>&quot;Hurricane&quot;</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerichotx/1002951/</link>
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			<title>&quot;The Religion&quot;</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerichotx/1002943/</link>
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			<title>singing</title>
			<description>oh, aren't you as sweet as cyanide?come have a drink of the poison,you can stay another night.see, the sky, a painted collection of stars.feel, my breathe, tonight, are you afraid of the dark?lay down, lay your sweet head to rest.close your eyes, ill steal your breathe with a kiss.ill whisper my wic..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerichotx/996787/</link>
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			<title>A Machine's Vice: Prologue</title>
			<description>Breathe, just breathe.I'm asphyxiating on the numbing concrete.My vital plasma, drowning the words I'm dying to create.And I mean it, I'm literally dying to change my fate.I'm losing oxygen,while at war with these raw mistakes.Through the facade of a smile,Shifting pupils, and an archaic sense of wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerichotx/994442/</link>
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			<title>Vices; Temple</title>
			<description>Breathe, just breathe.I'm asphyxiating on the numbing concrete.My vital plasma, drowning the words I'm dying to create.And I mean it, I'm literally dying to change my fate.I'm losing oxygen,while at war with these raw mistakes.Through the facade of a smile,Shifting pupils, and an archaic sense of wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerichotx/991511/</link>
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			<title>appolo</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Black-rimmed Ray-Ban Wayfarer glasses are duplicated in the window's reflection. Hiding behind their golden lens' are the eyes of a complex system perfectly designed to simply be what it is. A human being. These eyes, colored a smoky white and green, peer out into the vibrant Dut..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerichotx/819095/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 6- Different Flavors of Mood</title>
			<description>A different kind of candy. A different kind of death.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerichotx/642159/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5: Angelically Proclaimed Psychopath, Part 1</title>
			<description>Nolan cuts her off with, &quot;I don't freaking care anymore! We can't rely on that now! This whole ordeal brings me to sickness!&quot;
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			<title>Chapter 4- Ashes, Ashes. You're an Artist, Aren't You?</title>
			<description>&quot;My eyelids ease open, and physical strength now resurfaces throughout my body. The obsidian firmament abducts my visual concentration until my body leans upward, to capture...&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerichotx/639974/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3- Demon, a Business of Plays?</title>
			<description>&quot;A gun-shot is rang, and the applauding gets louder as I'm strangled down and tied up. I look back to see a lifeless, blood-soaked body lieing down left of center stage.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerichotx/639971/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2- Devastat(e-of-mind)ion</title>
			<description>&quot;The episodic destruction of his inner mind had already began to appear obvious. Each piece of his sanity, crumbling fragment by precious fragment, and all over one person.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerichotx/639969/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1- Awake</title>
			<description>&quot;The sky is painted azure, with the thickly frosted snow blanketing the ground below peice by piece.&quot;
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerichotx/639965/</link>
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			<title>Dream Syndicate</title>
			<description>Seventeen year old Aiden Sawyer is lost in his mind, but he doesn't know it. Comatosed, and cancer-filled, will he survive? And what of those in reality?</description>
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