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	<title>I write, therefore I am. &#187; Poetry</title>
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		<title>Fueled by firewater</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 15:02:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I’ve been on a news diet I’m writing this even though I’m drunk Humanity step back! Fierce faces and tightened lips Salacious Blood and bone I’ve hidden my eyes, to no avail Humanity, what are you? Really? Cruel, cruel beyond &#8230; <a href="http://antijoe.com/2009/12/23/fueled-by-firewater/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Tick-Tock</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 00:34:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The uncertain heart hesitates upon the precipice And with grim horror, realizes that it has already started to fall Unwilling and unready into that unspeakable embrace The killer that hunts without tooth or claw has caught him Bring him scorpions &#8230; <a href="http://antijoe.com/2009/12/08/tick-tock/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Stranger</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The madman walks through the street, oddly dressed Some nod, some smirk, some keep their distance Wary eyes at their corners, keeping guard He moves on, uncaring or oblivious Standing then in the middle of an open field at the &#8230; <a href="http://antijoe.com/2009/11/15/the-stranger/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Seven poems for a single day</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 11:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Insomnia Oh baby, I know you can’t sleep It’s 2.55 am and you’ve got work tomorrow Don’t worry You can still smell the fried chicken you ate for lunch And there’s not enough milk for breakfast tomorrow Not entirely sure &#8230; <a href="http://antijoe.com/2009/11/01/seven-poems-for-a-single-day/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>When you die</title>
		<link>http://antijoe.com/2008/07/29/when-you-die/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 10:38:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When you die, you will still be hungry. Isn’t that a bitch? A death like circles and rocks and gravity. Nothing in this world can quench your thirst. Or the next world (So you can fuck off with your god &#8230; <a href="http://antijoe.com/2008/07/29/when-you-die/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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