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		<title>Horror</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After years of experiencing it, the horror that is existence has permeated my soul. A few nights ago I had an especially bleak dream. Bottles lined up in a row on a windowsill, and me wafting from room to room to the kitchen with the window, looking at the bottles, facing the plain horror of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2009/04/23/horror/</link>
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		<title>Artist</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am an artist. My medium is thought.]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2008/12/10/artist/</link>
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		<title>Wordle</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A wordle of isism.org.]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2008/06/17/wordle/</link>
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		<title>Lexical Impotence</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I enunciate how special Boston was to me. You nod. Lip-curve! Eyebrow-furrow! Feed on my bones And I shall still elude. Clueless curvy cathether! Too deep I fester, For your nose to curl.]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2008/02/08/lexical-impotence/</link>
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		<title>And so it Goes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[November 15, 2007. Last furnished night in apartment. Enjoying my last two movies. Tomorrow is my last night. It&#8217;s a wet night, cloudy. Tall buildings across the river release customary mysterious steam from rooftops. Steam glows in beams of light, unites with clouds. Atmosphere of benevolent doom. Noir. Art Deco. No sign of life. Only [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2008/02/07/and-so-it-goes/</link>
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		<title>The Newspaper</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The newspaper is a shared heartbeat among all people. Our zeitgeist, my times; can you imagine a reunion of cosmic ghosts? Shadows of a planetful of people will converge. Oh, look at the fools that live today! How attached they are to what belongs to us. Rightfully. These were our stomping grounds. Some of us [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2007/02/27/the-newspaper/</link>
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		<title>Yes, Let&#8217;s!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Let&#8217;s investigate The meaning Of this poem. Yes, let&#8217;s!]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2006/11/05/yes-lets/</link>
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		<title>Stream of Subconsciousness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[dance code poetry radiate splash paint. spasm nostalgia create die flame gym. pump iron contract the cosmos powerful like a supernova multiplied by itself. ten god times. fame sex orgy crush kittens. but be good. i sweep creation. i span existence. i be all. i crush meaning. contract memories deep sweet happenings crystallized. my life [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2006/10/27/stream-of-subconsciousness/</link>
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		<title>What is the meaning of existence?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I cannot answer that question, but I can answer the following question: What is &#8220;the meaning of existence&#8221;? It is a rubbish phrase. What, for that matter, is the square root of a snake?]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2006/10/10/what-is-the-meaning-of-existence/</link>
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		<title>Perfect Being</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sweet memory Of an ordinary rainy day. Got off work Stepped into a bus. Clear, peaceful, alone. Rain pelted my ride Through empty neighborhoods Of big trees and good people. My few years still Light as the clouds. But old enough to know It&#8217;s just me and the world, Forever just me And my being [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blog.isism.org/2006/10/06/perfect-being/</link>
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