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		<title>Ode to Megan Fox</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[You are a infestation of all that is unholy.
You are a wretched excuse for a human being.
You&#8217;re a herpes infested prostitute on Broadway, all singing and all dancing class act.
Your dick sucking lips are so plastic you can&#8217;t even move your incongruous face.
You have less talent than a hermaphrodite turkey on Thanksgiving Day,
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		<title>Beloved</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 02:31:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am Divine, withered and sickly.
I am Golden, mourning and alone.
I am Powerful, burdened and wretched.
Escaped, I sit at the edge of the snow,
One thousand weary miles ahead.
Salty purge of ocean, rough white tundra.
A boat with cerulean sails sets forth of civilization.
I wait, wondering if she&#8217;ll send word.
Cold, frigid wind sears my cheeks.
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		<title>Stupid Haiku</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 02:17:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dreams Sometimes Happen
No Matter How Delightful
Early Morning Boner
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Silly Little Girl
Mousy Brown Hair, Stupid Grin
Awkward Teenager
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Delightful Summer
Torn Wrappers, Sticky Fingers
Trojans Are The Best
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Deep Sighing Panda
Bored and Endangered Species
Panda Express Bear
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		<title>Hair</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 02:12:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Henna
It&#8217;s all natural, it&#8217;s beautiful. It&#8217;s red like you&#8217;ve never seen before. It deeply conditions the hair, gets rid of dandruff, lice, crabs, and even gray hairs. It&#8217;s all covered up and healed by treating your hair with henna. I was on a vegan phase, why not? Right? What&#8217;s to lose? I was growing my [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&blog=1287407&post=298&subd=splinterfiction&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>PCH</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 17:57:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I stood nervous, restless amidst the heavy salt of the sea air, feet clad in fuck-me pumps and body wrapped in a tight mini skirt that hugged my ass like a drunk uncle at Christmas. The thinnest tank top I&#8217;d ever worn was clinging to my breasts and making my nipples look like dark sunspots [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&blog=1287407&post=290&subd=splinterfiction&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sweetheart</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 17:27:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When you&#8217;re near me,
I hum with happiness.
When you&#8217;ve left me,
I feel a hole open up inside.
We reunite
Every once and a while,
And yet I can always simply close my eyes
And feel you next to me,
Your warm body against mine,
Your soft hazel eyes,
Your broad, knowing smile,
The small kisses we share.
I know, I can feel,
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		<title>Mother&#8217;s Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 02:09:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>scriken</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She has cared for me for years,
My watchful guardian,
Protector, provider, parent.
She has aided me in all I aspire towards,
Encouraged my thoughts,
The little sparks that could lead to a flame of inspiration.
She is the reason I&#8217;m the writer I am today,
Her benevolent influence, her encouragement,
Always towards something great.
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		<title>Walking Up to School</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 18:38:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>scriken</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I saw a fig this morning,
Red meat exposed,
Dark, mottled skin peeled back.
A burst of crimson against
The gray backdrop of asphalt.
Splattered by a car.
Sad, I thought.
What a waste of good fruit.
My eyes focused,
Lamenting this loss,
And I saw the crimson burst was no exposed meat,
But a red mouth,
Opened in a scream of terror,
And the dark mottled flesh
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		<title>dying eggs</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 18:34:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>scriken</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[chemical dyes stain my fingertips
with the recklessness of mad scientists
at frenzied work deep in a laboratory, and
I breath deep the smell of bitter vinegar as
the orbs are dipped quietly into vats of colors
that barely change the original white,
a pointless task that we take with a
grain of salt in our labors, our heads slipping as
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		<title>The Classroom Experience</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 18:48:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>scriken</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We sit,
Simultaneously entranced and
Exhausted by the talking
That we must listen to.
Nodding heads can rarely be distinguished
Between the interested and the somnolent;
Yet this is no fault or failure of any,
Neither teacher nor student,
Simply the product of the time.
Eleven-forty, five minutes until lunch,
Our stomachs call out with the power
Of twenty hungry Audrey II&#8217;s
All screaming for blood,
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