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			<title>Chocolate</title>
			<description>F**k off!I'm eating chocolate.&amp;nbsp;And it's all because you'rea liar with a soul like&amp;nbsp;chewed uproadkill.&amp;nbsp;I still love you when no-one is around. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XantharManmuffin/704290/</link>
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			<title>How I Lost My Salvation</title>
			<description>How I Lost My Salvation&amp;nbsp;Next, the dog pack left the mauled corpse on the dancefloor&amp;nbsp;and Night fell asleep on his watch. I understood nothing except that hope was falling like a bomb. One vicious mutt, dressed in time-drag, tilted his purple fedora forward and growled a song that made f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XantharManmuffin/702729/</link>
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			<title>Spread</title>
			<description>Spread&amp;nbsp;Your eyes spread,twin wildfires rolling fast,singe my ambersoul gray.&amp;nbsp;Palpitating consumption!a priest of sciencedeclares.&amp;nbsp;Red blooms blowblack smoke nooses.&amp;nbsp;The Devil watcheson Fox News;chainsaw mouth agape,clawed hand fishing sloppilyin his je..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XantharManmuffin/702712/</link>
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			<title>Tonight </title>
			<description>a short one</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XantharManmuffin/702197/</link>
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			<title>Double-Decker Stress Burger</title>
			<description>Sick animals scream my nightmares from a tired cobweb forest. My frown smiles hot shrapnel like a child in the red-stained midst of a Kool aid bender. If bedtime wants me, then he can strap on his miner light and chase me through the secret tunnels like&amp;nbsp;sunshine does. I keep a thousand wounde..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XantharManmuffin/701605/</link>
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			<title>Murk</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There are dead fish bobbing in the milky green water of your aquarium soul. Dreams that once smiled and bubbled with laughter have gone terribly still and stiff. I don&amp;rsquo;t understand your pain, but I have found golden chunks of unmarked wisdom sleeping on the scarred floor of your percepti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/XantharManmuffin/701588/</link>
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			<title>Weather</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;* It's going to rain somewhere today.&amp;nbsp;** Economic downturns and the popularity of movie remakes of 1980s cartoons are omens heralding a much greater storm. Thousands may die in the arctic blast. Especially if there are no free finger sandwiches available at the rest stops...</description>
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