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		<title>Working for the man</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2006 09:32:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The entrance cowered between two other buildings as I approached it, almost as if it wanted to avoid me. The only reason it failed was that a familiar face threw the door open, and ran straight into me. At first we began to yell at each other in the way that any person does when [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vivid void</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2005 15:33:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night had to be one of the most unpleasant nights of sleep that I have ever experienced in my entire stay in this country. It wasnâ€™t so much the constant sounds of the house moving, shifting in the breeze and adjusting to the temperature, because I had gotten used to the way wood moaned [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Delirious delirium</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2005 08:17:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[No, I am not going outside today, I refuse to walk down the slender, quiet, back-streets of Paris today. The womanly man has been trying to encourage me to step outdoor for the most part of the morning, and instead I merely sit in this chair, limp, knowing my weight will be more difficult to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dreams of fiction</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2005 07:43:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is almost one thirty in the afternoon and I make my way to the cafÃ© just down the road from the womanly manâ€™s house. The cafÃ© is more realistically just a community parkâ€™s length away, as opposed to just down the road, but I consider the journey to be significantly short in comparison to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>One way or another</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2005 10:56:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My eyes are confronted with the sight of a rotting ceiling, where the thin layer of poorly applied white paint was cracking and peeling away from the surface. I say white because that is the colour it was intended to be, when the coat was laid many years ago. I say white because it is [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Proliferation</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2005 14:22:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nearly three quarters of the bottled red wine have passed and still this chair is warmed by the ass of my body as it remains in the one spot. Still no food has been ordered and still my mind nags at me to ask for something; I feel starved, light headed but my stomach is [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Melada</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2005 01:14:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She laughs in such a way that displeases him, her breasts sitting in that dress in such a way that one is not certain if they are in there too tightly or merely resting loosely under the fabric, waiting to come out. &#8220;Please, my love, cover yourself or do not laugh in such a manner,&#8221; [...]]]></description>
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