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		<title>it&#8217;s the law of diminishing returns. every man i fall for, cold war kids.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2012 04:36:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i got a sense that i was the one who had done something wrong when he saw me from a way, abruptly shook hands with the man he was with, turned around and walked away briskly. i knew him from his back, broad shoulders clothed in plaid, that fucking ponytail. and my heartcunt, like it [...]]]></description>
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		<title>where perfection is still possible? william gaddis, the recognitions.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2012 04:03:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i hate to have picked up a book praised by jonathan franzen but even those who are silly and full of themselves (ahem) can still have good taste. got to say that gaddis, a thoroughly american writer, and a new yorker at that, is surprisingly so so good. strange and tensile, just barely coherent. you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>it&#8217;s never never land out here. true blue, williamsburg.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 05:12:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i am slowly starving myself. i don&#8217;t mean to, just i have a need to be full so i can function but i have no greed for taste. i used to love hot, spicy, fresh, in my mouth. even sex, too, i need it less now. all the things that used to drive me, i [...]]]></description>
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		<title>flames for a year, ashes for thirty. giuseppe tomasi di lampedusa, the leopard.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 05:14:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[happy thanksgiving. merry christmas. happy new year! when it turned 2012 i was stuck on the l train, lookin&#8217; like the classiest ho possible, between morgan and montrose. when i got off, it was like 12:05 but i didn&#8217;t mind sharing the crossover with strangers. it felt good to be alone because i&#8217;d deserved some [...]]]></description>
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		<title>fuck that nigger that you love so bad. drake, marvins room.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 05:38:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[the problem is they will tell you that it doesn&#8217;t exist. at least not in the form that you dreamt it. and so you try to grow up, pull your shoulders back and believe in the concrete reality they espouse. but it has not even a speck of luster. no beauty. what would be the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>it&#8217;s the hell&#8217;s kitchen hawk. true blue, williamsburg.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 05:10:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aera</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[it is 7 o&#8217;clock on sunday morning. i am dead tired, plunging from the wee bit of coke i had a few hours ago. we are walking down third street, i think, and he is holding my hand as i lean back playfully. we pass a park, the sun is shining. i tell him, if [...]]]></description>
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		<title>feels good on the inside too. true blue, duckduck.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[i used to see him every thursday at 5:30 pm. i&#8217;d go to duane reade during lunch and buy a 3 pack of magnum condoms and then stuff them in the bottom of my purse. all afternoon, i&#8217;d be nervous as hell that somehow the pack would drop out and golden condoms would spill. he&#8217;d [...]]]></description>
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		<title>i&#8217;ll go as the boat. kitty cat, in conversation with me.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 15:32:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[for halloween, i dressed up as a sailor. so did kitty cat, though she wanted to go as the &#8220;sailor boat.&#8221; i told her it wasn&#8217;t sexy enough if she wanted to get laid and she showed up to the bar in bushwick with a  knee length navy dress that fit like a glove , [...]]]></description>
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		<title>walking through the manhattan valleys of, the dead. the national, high violet.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2011 03:38:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[it&#8217;s fall now in the city and i feel like i am dying. diefische once said that i&#8217;d leave new york before i hit 30 and i mean to make that a prophecy. i feel so tired. this city is dirty and my apartment is tiny and all i want is&#8230; to watch wheat stalks [...]]]></description>
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		<title>i hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppling masonry, and time one livid final flame. james joyce, ulysses.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2011 01:30:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ice digs, no? took this picture the day after i arrived in paris. it is dawn and i am more awake than i have ever been, somehow jetlag does that to you. more awake because no one else is and your physical senses are on high alert. ]]></description>
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