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	<title>Week of 05/12/08</title>
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		<title>How to Become Less Popular or Quick Tips for Making Yourself Despicable</title>
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		<description>  Sometimes life is too easy and you find you have too many friends, too many opportunities, too much money and you can't gain weight no matter what you eat. You are already well on your way to be disliked, even by those who say they like you, so celebrate! But what if it's just not enough? You crave more. Not outright hatred- no, that would simply require the murder of a puppy or something equally simple and pathetic. Besides, I like puppies. What the aim must be is a subtle undertone of intense dislike, verging on utter disdain and complete repulsion. Silky and light as a shadow. Now, here are the basics. There are so easy a child could master them. How have I come to know of these methods, you aren't asking me? I'll tell you, anyways, (see, isn't that annoying?)...I was born with these talents. As I grew up, I noticed I didn't have very many friends. I tried to tell myself it was because I didn't like very many people, but the truth was, folks generally didn't like me. Now at first I cried a lot. And then I tried really hard to make people like me. I did everything imaginable to be a likeable person.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Unbelievably Interesting Crap About Me</category>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 18:57:21 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Butterfly Wings</title>
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		<description>Draft</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Maybe you'll enjoy?</title>
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		<description>Just a couple of things I was working on. The volume sounds low on some people's machines. I don't quite have that part figured out yet</description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Just a Nastey Journal</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>sherpa not included </title>
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		<description>my legs are sore todayparticularly behind the knees

i suspect it's from riding elephantthrough the living roomand down to the corner storeto purchase the winning lottery ticket

but if it's not thatit's from sitting on my fat butt all daypretending to work</description>
		<dc:creator>limeymcfrog</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>sipping french wine in italy </title>
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		<description>Found myself in tuscanyeating chicken and some cheesesaid, &quot;hey mister, would ya pleasepour some wine in a glass for me.'He rolled his eyes of china blue,&quot;I'd be glad to do that for you.&quot;some how though I think it wasn't truenever trust those italian dudes...

Roll me up, Roll me downsunshine blaring on my frownain't nowhere here I can rebounddrinkin' wine without a sound

Headed back to my hotelbeen here twice, I know it wellalways topless chicks who liked to tellme stories about their lovelife hellher long brown hair skittered and twirled,&quot;Ya know ol' man I ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>the ungyrateable truth </title>
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		<description>  I have never seen a jellyfish flop around
on the tarmac of logan airport,
that's ok.
I dont' need to,

I've watched my little boy dancing in the living room
to strains of disco while eating chocolate.

He reminds me of the day Elvis died
back in the summer of 1977.  I feigned a seizure
flopped on the oval orange rust and gold
of the diningroom rug rug on top the hard wood floor 
while mom served the creamed peas and tuna -- nonplussed.

It is not because Elvis is dead
on a handful of qualudes 
that he won't teach me to gyrate my hips  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>anstey</dc:creator>
		<category>Dregs &amp;amp; Other Unreadables</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>reincarnation</title>
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		<description> In dimmit light, the seething saints of hell   walk free among the commonality,   like charlatans with nothing left to sell   but for their individuality.     Ragamuffin heroes spew their rants,   The ragshags and tatterdemalion,   and mutter insurrection as they dance   on sidewalks - a concrete cotillion.     The morons and the idiots run loose   and fester in their grand stupidity   yet hold dominion as they spurn the truth;   the agents of destruction's augury.     Sharp shards of pretense littering the streets,   intelligent ideas erased by rain,   their tendrils loosened as they chance to sleep,  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>tequila mockingbird</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry Workshop</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 19:30:43 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>I don't smoke</title>
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		<description> If I smoked, I would lean across the table right now,  (one soft brown arm decorated with bangles)  to push my cigarette into the almost overflowing ashtray  and so that you could get a good view down the front of my shirt.             </description>
		<dc:creator>starla</dc:creator>
		<category>New stuff</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 12:53:46 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Five and a half year old Wisdom</title>
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		<description> A tone only a boy of five can master
Reverent and arrogant both
With wide eyes
Lips lift upward; enamel twinkles  Honest brown orbs meet weary green
Matter of fact declaration
&quot;I'm not gonna tell you your belly's big and fat
even if it is&quot;  &quot;Cause that's not nice&quot;
A reassuring pat
Followed by a proud swagger
He skips away; vindicated    </description>
		<dc:creator>Shan</dc:creator>
		<category>Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen)</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 17:56:49 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>A Cow Eats grass in Vermont</title>
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		<description> Lips convene 
Unhurried action
A pink tongue slips out
Caresses, licks, tastes   A thoughtful pause
Before enamel clashes
One bite
After another
And even yet another  Of succulent
Dew moistened 
Tips of heaven  And I sit and wonder
The significance    </description>
		<dc:creator>Shan</dc:creator>
		<category>Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen)</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 03:24:40 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>I Knew Her Long Enough To Know</title>
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		<description> A poem that will probably make her sick</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 00:59:33 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>The Snake, The Bee and The Apple Tree</title>
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		<description>Just some dribble</description>
		<dc:creator>Jen</dc:creator>
		<category>The personal space of Jen</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 21:25:51 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Three Triolets in Purple</title>
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		<description> I'm trying a new form</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Loom</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 17:26:29 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-579-loom#comments</comments>
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		<title>Relate</title>
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		<description>Interminably Consternation</description>
		<dc:creator>Mosquitobyte</dc:creator>
		<category>MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 08:23:14 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Denial</title>
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		<description>the title says it all</description>
		<dc:creator>Rene'</dc:creator>
		<category>Words, paradoxes, metaphors...you name it they all come alive in poetry or prose.</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 03:34:52 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>The Wonderfully Dysfunctional Death of Psychoanalysis</title>
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		<description> ...a goofy poem</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Loom</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 20:20:54 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Swimming to Shore By Ear</title>
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		<description> I just revised this so if anyone would read it and give feedback, I'd muchly appreciate it...C</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 13:32:58 GMT</pubDate>
		<comments>/section-566-poetry#comments</comments>
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		<title>Redundant</title>
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		<description>&quot;Take the rest of the day off&quot;, they said
after the horse-kick. I'd be up in arms
if not doubled-over ingesting, breathing; dead
in the water, marshalling my coming to terms. 
Why me? Why not him instead?
You rationalise, searching for lost norms
in twenty working years that must be shed.
You want to hide your head from false alarms.
Under the big sky's overview,
the land no longer needs beneficent cloud;
a man-lift's hydraulic platform, stuck
in idle yellow, hangs beneath the blue -
the birdless air suspends its scissor cut
where hogweed and rough chervil edge the ground.   </description>
		<dc:creator>u668857</dc:creator>
		<category>The Personal Space of  U668857</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 21:29:56 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Veil of Wind and Other Garments</title>
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		<description>    It was too late
for sleeping~
the night
dressed in cold leaves
shook loose the reins
of wind
from my hand,

we flew green shadows
through a loom
of trees,
the moon,
a stalk of silver
wove white hooves,
in fields of stars
collapsing
in dawn's arms,

But we,
beyond the branches
of all reckless heaven's reach,
fed our wingless hearts
to echoes
of vast beauty's
endless doom.     </description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Loom</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 11:04:36 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>In Hope Of A Poem - A Fairy Tale </title>
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		<description> P'Shaw - Edits are needed but time, and life at present does not allow.  Do you not hate it when you break your own rules?  Hmmm, contradicting yourself is so very, berry</description>
		<dc:creator>EmilyRose</dc:creator>
		<category>Thorned Roses Library</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 10:09:35 GMT</pubDate>
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