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		<title>Midnight Stroll</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2011 02:38:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There was something about that night that made his feet wander farther from home; perhaps the winds had shifted and delivered a scent of curiosity across the valley, perhaps wanderlust was kicking into high drive through his veins and out his workboots. The empty streets and the “closed” signs lining the shop windows made the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1287407&amp;post=444&amp;subd=splinterfiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>I Want To Recall</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2011 10:07:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I want to recall that dangerous feeling, of slick warm bodies moving, rubbing, twisting, thrusting pleasures forbidden by stiff conventions and banished to bedrooms; I want to be adventurous, for moans to echo sibilant through midday corridors against sunlit furniture or counters or bare floors, no reason but lust, pure and animal and passionate; I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1287407&amp;post=440&amp;subd=splinterfiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>2:35 in the morning, thank you VERY much</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2011 10:04:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[At 1:52 I struggled to force a stubborn key into the broken lock of my front door, slamming my shoulder in futility against the oxidized copper in an attempt to loosen the lock from its nest. Nothing gave. To the front door I shambled without care for the irises, crushing a terracotta statue beneath my [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1287407&amp;post=436&amp;subd=splinterfiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Magi Noir (Tentative Title)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 May 2011 08:25:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was three in the morning when Alex finally finished cleaning up the bar and stepped out the door, flipping the “open” sign to “closed”; he was always making sure that any poor sonofabitch roaming the streets at 3 AM would have a place to stumble into until he headed home. I flicked the cherry [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1287407&amp;post=434&amp;subd=splinterfiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Tuesday Afternoon</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 18:52:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I flickered in and out of existence for three hours this afternoon, stopping and starting in my sleep, drifting back and forth restless in my dreams. I dreamed of a great lake filled with chunks of ice floes floating white across a calm glass surface. I tried to jump in the water and broke the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1287407&amp;post=429&amp;subd=splinterfiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Dreams from Last Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2011 18:33:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I just woke up from a bizarre and very lengthy dream. It started out at a lake, though I have a suspicion that it started before the lake and I just can&#8217;t remember before that point. For some reason I have a faint recollection of fast cars and street races. Anyway, it was as if [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1287407&amp;post=425&amp;subd=splinterfiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Reject</title>
		<link>http://splinterfiction.wordpress.com/2011/04/11/reject/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 04:33:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Don&#8217;t you dare fucking think for a moment that I&#8217;ll take self-pity street! I drink criticism straight, no chaser; fake ME out, you say? You can try and fail, overly polite disrespecting sonofabitch! I&#8217;m resplendent with skill to nail words deep into your brain, invisible itch! Ain&#8217;t no reason I should be rejected thrice, you [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1287407&amp;post=422&amp;subd=splinterfiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Drunk at 2:51 AM and ain&#8217;t no one here to stop me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2011 09:59:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[this temptress of a keyboard says &#8220;sell me your secrets&#8221; but i got more than i can hold in one bag and the hags in the corner say whatcha gonna order when the bastards in your life order something that&#8217;s more than what you&#8217;re able to contain and you sings a sweet hauntin refrain that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1287407&amp;post=420&amp;subd=splinterfiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Born of Rock</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2011 19:25:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He dipped a scalpel slowly into a vivid velvet vivisection, the ground around the iron blade cracking, offering up only dust, no blood, a tectonic incision. From the wound he hid, knowing he was lacking in the nerve to keep steady, to keep his traitorous knife ready. Covering up his deeds with laugh and smile, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1287407&amp;post=416&amp;subd=splinterfiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Seventeen Jewels</title>
		<link>http://splinterfiction.wordpress.com/2011/03/09/seventeen-jewels/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2011 19:59:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Pulled from the wreckage of a dead man&#8217;s life, two bronze legs sit impaled on a circular disk, dull metal limbs that suspend a glass orb ringed by a brass shawl. Roman numerals edge his face, his arms are trapped at two minutes past eight o&#8217;clock; morning or night, he will not tell you. A [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1287407&amp;post=413&amp;subd=splinterfiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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