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			<title>excusemeijustshityourpants</title>
			<description>hum drum trickery from your favorite perverted fucktwit</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/1354469/</link>
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			<title>Doc's Corner...All Fucked with the Lights Off</title>
			<description>Doc&amp;rsquo;s Corner &amp;hellip;all fucked with the lights off&amp;ldquo;He beat em, dragged em and fucked him in the street like some sort of animal. No one wants to watch that s**t. This is small town politics, son. Small town politics are big time tyranny. S**t, if Hitler was mayor, we&amp;rsquo;d all be go..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/972393/</link>
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			<title>No Limits F**k &amp;lsquo;Em&amp;hellip;A lesson on degrees of the dice&amp;hellip;Thou shall not give a good god damn       </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had pushed the limits here and grinded the gears to a halt. The pit bosses knew our names and addresses and the b******s now had weighted mallets and ball pin hammers in their back pockets. I stumbled into the sun light, h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/882225/</link>
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			<title>Final:The Sunny Reflection&amp;hellip;The Medicine in Summer Injection&amp;hellip;A Cold Beer in the Sand</title>
			<description>The High Season.A time for large umbrellas, w****s in tight clothing, and razor sharp seashells in the pits of your feet.	A time to scoop up some food, roll the windows down and take a Golden backed gas fairy named Emma Sue and point her in the direction where the horrors and ugliness of the p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/875208/</link>
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			<title>Dead ol' Dad</title>
			<description>Too young to breathe in Whiskey horrors, Mixed drinks, neo nightmares and a flattened father upon cold grey linoleumI remember crying ashes, Blown like dust into the fire places of the soul, a tiny voice left to fly through the byways of magical imagination and wishing if I closed my eyes tigh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/867451/</link>
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			<title>Sultry Scenes of a Suicide Strip Club (or, your uncle touched you and no one gives a f**k)</title>
			<description>It lives in miniscule mental places placed reactively in shadowed anarchyI&amp;rsquo;m a secret blasphemyParadigms shift endlesslyCreating impossible figures of stairways and waves that flow ceaselesslyEmphasis inside lunacy lasted beyond recentlyInto eternity To infinity&amp;hellip; and BEYOND ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/864367/</link>
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			<title>The Click of Heals</title>
			<description>Beware dear Oz, For I am thy undoing!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/740761/</link>
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			<title>Lines composed a few miles above the front door of the Tropicana</title>
			<description>Oh poor bird, thy flight was wasted...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/738969/</link>
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			<title>XXI. The Mistress says kneel...A Cold Secret Revealved...Bloodlust In Caligula's Castle</title>
			<description>Beach line revelations, the price of manhood, Baroness strikes the hardest and the pre fight hijinks continues...and pink rubber grips.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/737557/</link>
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			<title>W***e Tour (Team up attack, level 5 with Judan Fyreheart)</title>
			<description>yup...we're all just gaping holes...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/736197/</link>
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			<title>Harpstarchord Concerto in E Major (solo by Muse Judan O&amp;rsquo; Headroller III)</title>
			<description>i eat, s**t, write a piss poor poem and talk to the stars for guidance</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/734902/</link>
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			<title>Crapture(OR a satirical combination of random poetic Ideas that s**t on you twat asses HO HO)</title>
			<description>F**k your s**t, HADOUKEN!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/734382/</link>
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			<title>Break(Brake) Beats...</title>
			<description>many flows, 
many lows,
many hos.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/698983/</link>
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			<title>XX.Transexuals are like Kool Aid&amp;hellip;The Mysteries of the Copperfield&amp;hellip;Trouble on the Boardwalk </title>
			<description>More AC nonsense</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/698927/</link>
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			<title>XIX. Uncle Joey and the 30 Foot plunge...That's what HATE smells like...Her, oh she has a dick</title>
			<description>We pulled into the high rise parking complex of the Borgata and were greeted by a small Mexican with a gold vest and a shirt a size too small.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Behgs?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/693924/</link>
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			<title>XVIII. The Battle at New Babylon: Part II&amp;hellip;And then, there was latent homosexuality&amp;hellip;pre fight hijinks</title>
			<description>And s**t just gets worse..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/690052/</link>
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			<title>XVII. The Battle at New Babylon: Part I&amp;hellip;White Noise&amp;hellip;Fame is for retards&amp;hellip;Unknown asses</title>
			<description>ANother load of crap..a multi part series in the shitstorm of Atlantic City</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/683388/</link>
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			<title>XVI. Part I. California Here I cum...Cold Nuts, hot towel...Plane rides and Spray tans</title>
			<description>What happens when you let a Monroe lose amongst the young, rich and fucked?
who knows..find out</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/678350/</link>
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			<title>XV. A beautiful Winter&amp;hellip;.crimson stains and tears&amp;hellip;an angry god and white flower&amp;hellip; </title>
			<description>One man's battle with painted doors, cat piss dreams, three pills and a life time of nightmares</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/677240/</link>
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			<title>XIV. Funeral for a Stranger...With Leeches it is business as usual...Maybe in heaven.</title>
			<description>A stripper dies a friendly stranger, a small dog eats toes and a headstone for the newly forgotten. Kick some brain a*s.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/675645/</link>
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			<title>XIII. Good Bye Ella Mae...Oil and Tears...Roxy the She B***h</title>
			<description>More s**t from the Jersey tiolet of the Crapocalypse...go go gadget hammer</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/674039/</link>
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			<title>XII.The One week love...Mirrors and Nightmares...Everyone starts over</title>
			<description>one week's worth of love...liquor rage and big sparkly glasses. All in a day's work</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/672416/</link>
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			<title>XI. Epilogue: Leaving Ugly&amp;hellip;True Love and Tuna Fish&amp;hellip;The nature of the Beast in the </title>
			<description>The tail end of the Male Pattern Bullshit series. True love in its purest form.
You have reached the final exit in Ugly. Thank you and enjoy your trip at wherever your final destination may be.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/670700/</link>
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			<title>For K.R, the Dance of disappearance</title>
			<description>The Ugly Papers, a series of off the cuff Monroe style choppings of emotions run wild.

What a Monster I was and a brute I have become</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/669633/</link>
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			<title>X. Conclusion: Male Pattern Bullshit...Sodomy and the Mall...Tasers and rubber bullets for Kong</title>
			<description>another Chapter in the Diary of a Nobody: The Ugly Papers</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/668552/</link>
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			<title>Of She and Sky</title>
			<description>Traditional..sure I can do that</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/667158/</link>
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			<title>IX :Part III- Welcome to Ugly!Population:You...Scar twins and the Tazmanian Rapist</title>
			<description>Part III in the series dubbed Welcome to Ugly! Population: You. Male Pattern Bullshit...The cheater and the cheated...scar twins...The Tazmanian Rapist. Get your slime on.
Get ugly or Get out.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/667017/</link>
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			<title>VIII. Male Pattern Bullshit-Part II-Katie 87.sledgehammers at dawn...The trampoline effect</title>
			<description>All things flwo through the almighty lies of men. Yackety Yack</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/665245/</link>
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			<title>The DEvltn of Wrd</title>
			<description>what happens when words go to war?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/665009/</link>
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			<title>VII. Part I: Little Miss Confusion</title>
			<description>as promised to a fellow empowered woman, I present to you Chapter 7. Full of the flip, the tooth and the amazon princess.
Its long so take yer time...I'll wait.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/664260/</link>
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			<title>The Wolf who Cried Boy</title>
			<description>More truth in the age of lies by the scum sucking prez-o-dent</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/663683/</link>
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			<title>VI. The moon and Artemis...fate is a f****r...the joke's on you</title>
			<description>Tales of Lunar Beams, lost and found loves, harsh lessons, and more from my goddamn cat.

Let it be.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/663132/</link>
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			<title>Crooked On Phonics</title>
			<description>Another head knocking a*s shocker from the Local Ugly Maniac.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/663079/</link>
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			<title>V. The W***e Hammer...NJ Jizzbombs in 2012!...hunter and prey...home and done</title>
			<description>More s**t slung wide about insigfnicant lives that change history...and a hammer</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/661651/</link>
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			<title>The Greatest Poem Never Told</title>
			<description>emotional
driven, goddamn tragic
words of pure ugly and topped with tears, </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/661003/</link>
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			<title>Tribute to Theft</title>
			<description>A few minutes to press the importance of new friends, families, and theft of genius
Not really for review, just to splash some love
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/660769/</link>
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			<title>What do you get from a coffee trip and Boredom</title>
			<description>I think...I've finally cracked</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/659453/</link>
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			<title>IV: Interlude for the DoctorThe Definition of Ugly: A typical Drive Gone Wrong...;Sleet and Warriors</title>
			<description>When the Doc pulled the trigger we owed him a debt of manical Gratitude. This was mine to him, his memory and my eternal struggle to searchfor something that I would never find.

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/659360/</link>
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			<title>Enter Title Here</title>
			<description>battleships, god and microphones...what does 10 minutes and some flow get you?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/657977/</link>
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			<title>III.The search for anything that makes sense..2:06 every Wednesday morn..back to work</title>
			<description>the ongoing series of Ugliness and Truth in Modern America. Sounds important...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/657824/</link>
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			<title>Kerry's Imperative of the Assonance</title>
			<description>from who the hell even knows</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/657681/</link>
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			<title>II.Hot carcass on a cold night...the last chapter in revelation...the new and improved hell</title>
			<description>more truth and slime and bile. huzzah</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/657672/</link>
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			<title>Unknown Laughter for Tristesse</title>
			<description>weebop a loo bop a wop zam boom</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/657645/</link>
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			<title>The Decider</title>
			<description>of..me?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/657642/</link>
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			<title>Thy Way to be Done</title>
			<description>mmmm...poetry. makes a great meal</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/657640/</link>
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			<title>The icy reflection...the wretched summer infection..a new year under the sand</title>
			<description>The off season.A time for trades and money moves. A time to reflect and project.A time to take a shiny onyx beast named Ella Mae and point her in the direction where the horrors and ugliness of the New Year cannot wrap its b*****d hands around my neck.I aimed south.I aimed for seaside.After an epic ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/657567/</link>
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			<title>Diary of a Nobody</title>
			<description>Angry writing for Ugly Times</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/E.H.-Monroe/657565/</link>
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