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		<title>Peek</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I anger for a while, while a while becomes longer. The longer I anger, the longer it hides. Under a carpet, of Persian wonder, I sweep my anger for a while longer. Neighbours Surbiba, wander over, their heels on a mound, of brimming delight.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=prose.wordpress.com&amp;blog=80339&amp;post=31&amp;subd=prose&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wake up in the middle of the night and can&#39;t sleep until I put these words out of my head. The words themselves, they come out dark and over the top. I know this but forgive my imposition on your reading, for I have never learnt where this line lies. Dear Poetry, Why aren&#39;t [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=prose.wordpress.com&amp;blog=80339&amp;post=29&amp;subd=prose&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2006 18:02:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Post Holiday Blues</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2006 03:07:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[They keep saying that what goes up must come down. I keep saying that who ever coined that phrase should eat shit and die. Last week in it&#39;s entirety had me sprawled out on a beach donning shades, sun block and bits of lycra that only the daring would call a swimsuit. Add to that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=prose.wordpress.com&amp;blog=80339&amp;post=26&amp;subd=prose&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Cat Got My Tongue</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2006 19:12:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I can&#39;t write, I doodle even though I&#39;m not one for the talent. My art teacher always scolded me for pressing the pencil down too hard; she complained of my penchant for darkness, especially after a particularly insane sketch of an animal skull. What can I say? I was younger and thought myself to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=prose.wordpress.com&amp;blog=80339&amp;post=24&amp;subd=prose&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Twins</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Mar 2006 02:49:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There&#8217;s always someone whose existence seems richer than my own. Someone else I&#8217;m dying to write about, whose every thought I ache to exploit, whose every tear will quench my relentless thirst, whose simple joys I drown my words in, forcing them under. Their stories flash across my eyes, each one wrapped in a single [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=prose.wordpress.com&amp;blog=80339&amp;post=19&amp;subd=prose&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>To all the Almosts, and yet the Not Quites</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Mar 2006 02:26:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There have been more guys than one that I think may have got away, because I&#8217;ve never made up my mind or known what I want. I think that proves why I let them go, yet I feel so deeply about them and grow so confused at times that I imagine there to exist more [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=prose.wordpress.com&amp;blog=80339&amp;post=18&amp;subd=prose&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Let&#8217;s Give Them Something to Wonder About</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Mar 2006 18:08:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love how our blogs make us look cooler than we are in real life. At times these spaces on the Internet seem more real than the people we meet. Face to face, we are all just people without placards stripped of our glamour. People pass me by and I wonder if these ordinary people [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=prose.wordpress.com&amp;blog=80339&amp;post=17&amp;subd=prose&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Protest Prose</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Mar 2006 19:02:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is a protest prose, sticking it to the pigs who whore us out to 15 minutes of fame, in any shape or form. They really really piss me off. None of us are waiting to be discovered, you hear me? Look at me when I&#8217;m talking to you. Just because you see us; just [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=prose.wordpress.com&amp;blog=80339&amp;post=16&amp;subd=prose&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Every Other Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Feb 2006 17:22:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m listening to Crazy Love by Van Morrison and Everybody Hurts by REM in repetitive cycles. It&#8217;s a bad combination for a rainy night like this one. The flashes of lightning rip in through the windows lighting up my eyes but for a moment, and I just want more. I want thunder until it rumbles [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=prose.wordpress.com&amp;blog=80339&amp;post=14&amp;subd=prose&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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