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			<title>'OZNOG' Excerpt 2</title>
			<description>The following is a working piece from my upcoming book, 'oZnog: Occupy Wall Street and the Odyssey of an Outlaw Pen,' so let me know what you think!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/1143236/</link>
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			<title>oZnog Excerpt 1</title>
			<description>The following is a (short) working piece from my upcoming book, 'oZnog: Occupy Wall Street and the Odyssey of an Outlaw Pen,' so let me know what you think!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/1143235/</link>
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			<title>Liberty Plaza: A Homecoming</title>
			<description>After two weeks on a road assignment to cover the Occupy movement, I suddenly found myself right back where I started...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/819271/</link>
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			<title>It's the Little Things That Kill, Part 2</title>
			<description>Part One originally written for and published via The Truth Pursuit</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/819269/</link>
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			<title>Hell No Eviction</title>
			<description>After another small victory, I was at the front line of a thousand people marching to NYC City Hall...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/819268/</link>
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			<title>Nightfall, Liberty Plaza</title>
			<description>Get a job? I see plenty of work being done in Lower Manhattan...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/819267/</link>
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			<title>Beyond Day Ten</title>
			<description>The movement is alive now...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/819265/</link>
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			<title>Occupation We Can Believe In</title>
			<description>In the early days of Occupy Wall Street, I went down to Liberty Plaza to see what was going on...would this be another short protest or the beginnings of a massive social movement?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/819264/</link>
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			<title>To Orion and Back</title>
			<description>Spaceport America, the world&amp;rsquo;s first purpose-built launch station for commercial space travel, is now ninety percent complete&amp;#2013266048;&quot;with Phase One. Sometime in the year 2013, Richard Branson&amp;rsquo;s virgin project will begin to ferry astronauts back into the cosmic known of&amp;hellip;low E..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/794449/</link>
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			<title>Waiting for a Bartlet Moment</title>
			<description>Historically speaking, Presidents can only be compared to the standard set by their predecessors. No one knows the pains and the pressures of the Chief Executive except for those who have been one, with the possible exceptions of Dick Cheney,&amp;nbsp;Edith Wilson&amp;nbsp;and Eleanor Roosevelt. When alone ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/794446/</link>
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			<title>I'm Not Even Supposed to be Here Today</title>
			<description>How long do you think an infant could survive with their own umbilical cord tightening like a hangman&amp;rsquo;s noose around their neck? At what point is death or significant brain damage in such a morbid scenario unavoidable--three minutes? Four or five, maybe? How long before that unborn life become..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/790343/</link>
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			<title>Albert Dreams</title>
			<description>Quantum theory...where flavored quarks mate with greenish gluons the way I&amp;rsquo;d imagine a bumblebee might attempt to impregnate a hummingbird.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/759617/</link>
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			<title>The American Depression: Greater than Before</title>
			<description>Not so long ago, it was reported to some extent, if &amp;lsquo;reported&amp;rsquo; is even the proper word, that the United States has entered into a state of war with a fourth sovereign nation. Not that Congress had...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/748177/</link>
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			<title>What I bin Thinking</title>
			<description>Denial. And, joy. Release and freedom. Release from Freedom, rage and contentment. Blood &amp; Semen. What I desired right then was a wet-nap; what I got right then was an ill-timed text alert</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/734815/</link>
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			<title>Zen on Deck</title>
			<description>Have you ever dreamed of being a World Series hero? You already have been...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/717263/</link>
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			<title>Midnight Midtown Mazes, an underground theater review</title>
			<description>Kristen Lucas needed a professional to review her first variety show.  She got me instead.  Mistake...here's what I saw</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/706044/</link>
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			<title> 'The Bohemian Phallacy: Man versus Meditation'  pt. 1</title>
			<description>Can a directionless yet deep artist find a day of spiritual renewal amongst the traffic of urban living?  Or even a peaceful smoke?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/700244/</link>
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			<title>Scientists Are the Outlaws</title>
			<description>Time, prostitution, pot and everything else is open for discussion in Amsterdam's Red Light District!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/700242/</link>
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			<title>...and the Feathered Platypus replied, 'Karl Marx?'</title>
			<description>Despite public misconception,&amp;nbsp;platypi actually do not have feathers, although one long glance with squashed eyeballs should reasonably lead you to ask your respective creative deities, &amp;ldquo;Well, why the hell not? They've got everything else.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp; First of all, I suppose, they don&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PMArthur/700125/</link>
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