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    <title>i thought it was polyvinyl acetate</title>
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      <name>tzm</name>
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    <updated>2005-04-22T23:13:36Z</updated>
    <published>2005-04-22T23:13:36Z</published>
    <summary type="html">&lt;div&gt;but it tasted more like strawberry quiche after a furious snowstorm; the red herring rangers were beer-goggling the saddle-whipped brown nosed salamanders down in accounting -- safety first, brewers yeast infections on the rise was our mantra, and kali herself couldn't have gotten a finer collection of heads in one conference room.  the plantation seemed light years behind (as measured by a vocal but incandescent man who build short attention bridge spans under contract for the western hemisphere; "bonanza" was their favorite).  i stretched my sphincter and raised my third eye on a diet of warm rice and marmalade; it was something to marvel, the way the comic books reminded me of swells of fresh bile and warm sandy beaches while i lactated ginger ale for a microscopic army of fresh mule deer (and oh dear what fine asses they had one and all).&lt;/div&gt;
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    <dc:date>2005-04-22T23:13:36Z</dc:date>
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    <title>there were eighteen of us in all</title>
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    <updated>2005-02-23T07:02:27Z</updated>
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    <summary type="html">&lt;div&gt;between the offers shifting sands licking squid under a heyday dalliance we paid for in bright brewers yeast.  "kiss me", she cried and i ate asparagus, clementine stroking my boots with her grizzled armpits, picking up hitchhikkers on the way.  my left nostril clung hopelessly to shore, whether the demons were deepest in the morning or her eyes wetness followed less close, and i threw myself on a port-a-potty and stood in for the grand scheme, twisted beyond all repair.  a fourth wind cried to the flautist, whithering the sand-pocked drapes in whitened dental floss picked from the toenails of mountain goats --  which way the third dimension, after the first time folds lifted us from the plains?&lt;/div&gt;
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    <dc:date>2005-02-23T07:02:27Z</dc:date>
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    <title>sunday's rant</title>
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      <name>prudencef</name>
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    <updated>2004-05-16T16:27:53Z</updated>
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    <summary type="html">&lt;div&gt;The purple powdered particle-picker wanted nothing more 
&lt;br/&gt;than poptart hubcaps to lubricate the lid of his last 
&lt;br/&gt;and latest feather farm.  He was determined to strip and sautee each and every fruited towtruck until he got them. Oh yes!  As his underwear developed, the scent of senile orphans elicited territories of the nose cleavage he'd be skating in.  Soon enough all cellophane gobblers, diaper utensil maniacs, and missionary snorters would whimper unspeakable chickens and hoard fetus flavorings forever!&lt;/div&gt;
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    <title>I'm waiting...</title>
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    <updated>2004-05-09T07:59:21Z</updated>
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    <summary type="html">&lt;div&gt;for my tonguebath, Mr. DeMille!&lt;/div&gt;
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    <title>Thursday, three minutes fifty five seconds...go</title>
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      <name>whitneymcn</name>
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    <updated>2004-03-11T18:29:53Z</updated>
    <published>2004-03-11T18:29:53Z</published>
    <summary type="html">&lt;div&gt;Again the tea timer ticks, the fortune of Babbage, the babble engine, the water method the writer that define line ping network worktime worth and value resigned to a fate computed to be the least appalling.  Recall what was said before what was written it was purim and the story goes that we were not killed, but did we do the killing, instead?  What is the story, the verse, five stories in the building where I lived when working at the store on St. Marks place, there is a world inside the world there is another story which does not make sense the flow is too smooth the writing too well thought there isn't enought energy entropy rope swings leading up to Jacob's ladder the movie may have been a book the book may have been alice in wonderland the reason I wrote on it -- on it, not on it onita...&lt;/div&gt;
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    <title>Wednesday, three minutes fifty five seconds...go!</title>
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    <updated>2004-03-10T17:27:34Z</updated>
    <published>2004-03-10T17:25:16Z</published>
    <summary type="html">&lt;div&gt;starting is the most difficult part of the hair, hairy, decide whether typos matter void voided pricecode from ages ago, another life behind a cash register live in person personal keep going try to stop thought type type type go with the flow the horrible cliche the mighty baconfish, B is for Baconfish A is for effort tireless no tire on the car (boat of car) waiting for the teatimer to pop the weasel wastrel scoundrel tiring losing a moment of focus camera tripod internet history self-conscious or self aware? selfless teresa what's the Laurie Anderson, nother teresa, Monster Monther Teresa, what's the title, what's the album? when will this end how long does it take for the damn timer to time me tie me up in old virginny damn it, can't take it how much longer how much longer? gogo gaaahhhhh&lt;/div&gt;
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    <title>under a three-toed sky</title>
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    <updated>2004-03-10T07:52:35Z</updated>
    <published>2004-01-13T20:07:39Z</published>
    <summary type="html">&lt;div&gt;moldy refrigerator elephants cried in unison for the exploitation of mediterranean scab-sniffers, while the white picket fence apple strudels of yesteryear inhaled white wisps of cloud-impregnated placental afterthought.  only after a full embroidery lesson was i sufficiently adept to enter into high-level talks with an australian accent -- and then i knew, the hammer headhunters were licking toads, again, in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;
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    <dc:date>2004-01-13T20:07:39Z</dc:date>
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    <title>ive</title>
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      <name>whitneymcn</name>
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    <updated>2004-03-10T01:46:56Z</updated>
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    <summary type="html">&lt;div&gt;a blue spring vase, curved like a racetrack&lt;/div&gt;
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    <title>patty's cake</title>
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      <name>Singin' Bill</name>
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    <updated>2004-02-11T17:12:28Z</updated>
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    <summary type="html">&lt;div&gt;tiger, tiger, burning bright, first scar I sieze today, I wish away I wish ear mite, fuzzy wuzzy had no bight.
&lt;br/&gt;if I should die before I pay,
&lt;br/&gt;fifty dollars every day. 
&lt;br/&gt;My mother said no and you are not itchy goomie and scratchy shoe fly me no flappies, i'll show you no lines. where did i put that damned cat came back, she wouldn't stay away in a manger so rear your ugly head, white boy.&lt;/div&gt;
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    <title>tempest turning, squirming, squishing</title>
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    <updated>2004-01-29T14:25:29Z</updated>
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    <summary type="html">&lt;div&gt;emphatically entertaining moo-shu gai pan mam, walrus kinks and all, descending into fall, licking platypus detrius and planetary momentum in full gear.  a gypsum tribal exclamation in the western hemisphere of by-gone leftovers, shrimp pate and sixteen sizes of hanes briefs rolled up in a giant smorgasboard of disparate jugglers meeting for breakfast was golden eggs, ham, sam and i giggling jiggling martyrs of saint what-was-that, porcelain tiles gleaming from mists of trip-toed down the hall.  it's only a matter of time, space and the van-der-waals forces required to operate a sipping straw; why not try again?&lt;/div&gt;
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    <title>inequitable salamander fluff</title>
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    <summary type="html">&lt;div&gt;despairingly, the cast and crew of the last bus from the midwest raised their palms in search of the western hemisphere, having lost gravity in their wake.  although still quite tired, the lucrative coriolis effect market sharpened their wit (and pencils).  the last free mason happy meal was garnished with wages, then to save on batteries the northern lights were replaced with fluorescents.  muscat goldfish wallowed in glee before quickly being diminished and returned.&lt;/div&gt;
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