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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 words You’d step on the neck of a naked man if it meant you could [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tick-Tock</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 00:34:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph</dc:creator>
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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 or serpents or any terror of the deep that he can defeat with sword or [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Stranger</title>
		<link>http://antijoe.com/2009/11/15/the-stranger/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 14:36:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joseph</dc:creator>
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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 edge of town Watched by others with pity in their eyes He starts to sway, [...]]]></description>
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