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		<title>Of Curses and Goodbyes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He stopped at the window display. There was something that had piqued his interest. Something that he couldn&#8217;t quite put a finger on. A scarf maybe, or perhaps the boots. Yes definitely the boots. They were an odd color. A color you wouldn&#8217;t find anywhere else, an ugly color actually.
She had had one of those [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vagina</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I know you have one,
I just dont know where.
I have a suspicion,
It&#8217;s in your ear.
-by Felicity M.
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		<title>Scrumpy&#8217;s Distress</title>
		<description><![CDATA[And something,
And then you don&#8217;t talk.
And life dries up,
And there&#8217;s no moisture for my soul.
I need to redeem myself,
Held tight, and talked to.
I need some warmth, some comfort and water,
I feel powerless against the abbreviations of my name.
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		<title>A Portrait</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In a small room in the vicinity of the stableyard, betimes in the morning, which was ushered in by Mr. Pickwick&#8217;s adventure with the middle&#8211;aged lady in the yellow curl-papers, sat Mr. Weller, senior, preparing himself for his journey to London. He was sitting in an excellent attitude for having his portrait taken; and here [...]]]></description>
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		<title>For The Dead</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I dreamed I called you on the telephone
to say: Be kinder to yourself
but you were sick and would not answer
The waste of my love goes on this way
trying to save you from yourself
I have always wondered about the leftover
energy, water rushing down a hill
long after the rains have stopped
or the fire you want to go [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://imagine.blogintro.com/778/for-the-dead</link>
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		<title>Neurotics</title>
		<description><![CDATA[People who know nothing about nature are of course neurotic, for they are not adapted to reality. They are too naive, like children, and it is necessary to tell them the facts of life, so to speak to make it plain to diem that they are human beings like all others. Not that such enlightenment [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://imagine.blogintro.com/775/neurotics</link>
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		<title>A Description of Finnegans Wake</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Salvatore spoke all languages, and no language. Or, rather, he had invented for himself a language which used the sinews of the languages to which he had been exposed—and once I thought that his was, not the Adamic language that a happy mankind had spoken, all united by a single tongue from the origin of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://imagine.blogintro.com/773/a-description-of-finnegans-wake</link>
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		<title>From &#8220;The Sea and the Mirror&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The nightingales are sobbing in
The orchards of our mothers,
And hearts that we broke long ago
Have long been breaking others;
Tears are round, the sea is deep:
Roll them overboard and sleep.
&#8211; W.H. Auden
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		<link>http://imagine.blogintro.com/771/from-the-sea-and-the-mirror</link>
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		<title>The way to Glaxo Mall</title>
		<description><![CDATA[you&#8217;re losing your grip on reality, smith!
turn around, look at me, tell me what you see, smith,
no, that&#8217;s not the way to glaxo mall, smith,
what are you saying, that&#8217;s the toilet, no!
there are no pretty girls there, smith,
remember, that&#8217;s how you find your way, smith,
turn back, come here, sit with me, smith,
yes, i&#8217;ll take you [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://imagine.blogintro.com/768/the-way-to-glaxo-mall</link>
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		<title>Family Problems</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mrs Galahad you don&#8217;t understand, you
cannot step inside this line,
there&#8217;s a raging fire inside, your husband
is saving young ladies from death.
-Kunal Goel
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		<link>http://imagine.blogintro.com/766/family-problems</link>
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