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		<title>Everybody&#8217;s Ghost</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;d been here before, but that did not make the place familiar.  The heat, the red haze, the high-back booths and the bar, all the same, all as mysterious as the last time.  An enigma I&#8217;d seen before, and was no closer to understanding.  No, familiarity was not a feeling that this [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Self-satisfaction</title>
		<description><![CDATA[11:02, Sunday.  First day of October and I&#8217;m sitting here wondering what I should be doing.  Because there&#8217;s always that feeling, the suspicion that there is some one particular thing that would be better to use up this time in doing.  That one task, or that one goal that is more worthy of the irrecoverable [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Joker&#8217;s Wild</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#34;You look like shit baby, are you all right?&#34;
My wife&#8217;s concern didn&#8217;t surprise me, I felt like shit too.  Burning eyes, heavy head, and general surly mood are to be expected after the kind of night I&#8217;d had.
&#34;I&#8217;m okay, just slept really badly last night,&#34; I replied, finishing off my cup of coffee.  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Paralline 2</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#34;So do you like it with boys,&#34; it was a boy, &#34;or girls?&#34; it was a girl.  I punched my hand through the bot&#8217;s morphing face and unleashed a bunch of gibberish into its guts.  It walked away with the head of a toad, sounding very confused.  I slid onto a stool [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Liquid State</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If everything is so ephemeral, if labels are illusionary and an after-thought at best, why do I toil so endlessly to create for myself a descriptor?  An identity is a label.  It identifies me, it represents me, &#8216;re&#8217;-presents me, when I have yet to present myself.  I have been spiralling, or at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Paralline 1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I paused for a moment, simply to look at it.  The fruits of countless, endless hours of creation, manipulation, edition, deletion and no end in sight.  Meticulous detail in every pore, I squinted and brought the information worked into the skin up.  I could see, as anyone else would be able to, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>You&#8217;re Still Here?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Yeah, I am.  I am actually alive, kicking, breathing, fucking, but not writing.  And I feel bad for that, I really do.  Its all that game&#8217;s fault&#8230; well, mostly.  Is it the fault of a black hole that the spaceship gets sucked in and crushed into the infinite?  I don&#8217;t know, but that&#8217;s rather what [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Spend-o-Matic</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This world is spinning wildly out of control- and that is nothing new.  Action, reaction, cause and effect, no guiding light influences the course of humankind, no external force shunts and harries our path.  Those which we would bestow with power are but figments of our collective imagination, not real at all, or [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Love Thing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am wrapped in an aural cocoon in the belly of this giant silver intestine, hurtling along the track towards my destination with all the agonising slowness of a glacier. My heart thunders in my chest like a hummingbird the size of a helicopter. The anticipation! The choking power of my desire silences every competitor. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kindred 13: Renaissance</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I woke up, staring at a ceiling I felt I recognised. Only my eyes were awake, or so it seemed: I felt drained, depleted. My limbs were just so much meat laying on this bed I also found familiar. I blinked a few times very slowly, testing out the muscles in my face. They seemed [...]]]></description>
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