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                <title>for those of you who thought i died or something</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 13:10:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ you can contact me via email, i'm still around.  just email (my username) at gmail dot com.  i will send you whatever you want, new writings and such, other things like that.  i'm still artfagging it up, just not here.<br /><br /><br />here's this again, for preservation as i probably won't be touching my journal again, and want it to stay on my page:<br /><br /><br /><br />i'm working on pulling a book of short stories together,<br />and also an album, for simultaneous release.<br /><br />you're at the place where you can read some of my stuff. though i have a bunch of newer, better, floating around, in an editing echobox.  note the above note about emailing me if you're really curious.<br /><br />the music stuff, you can find some demos here:<br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.thesixtyone.com/smokething">[link]</a><br /><br />and here:<br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.myspace.com/smokething">[link]</a><br /><br />(different songs, email if you want more?)<br /><br />wordo dudes.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>yo jams</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 22:40:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ howdy diddly kiddlies,<br /><br />i'm working on pulling a book of short stories together,<br />and also an album, for simultaneous release.<br /><br />you're at the place where you can read some of my stuff.  though i have a bunch of newer, better, floating around, in an editing echobox.<br /><br />the music stuff, you can find some demos here:<br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.thesixtyone.com/smokething">[link]</a><br /><br />and here:<br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.myspace.com/smokething">[link]</a><br /><br />(different songs)<br /><br />wordo dudes.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>where you've been hiding</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 20:31:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ here is a portion of some story i'm working on.  this is wildly rough and is going to be split so the bus encounter is much later (in an already-updated version, they're on a bus only to go unicycle across the golden gate bridge.  this encounter is going to happen on a different bus, much later, or perhaps it will be edited out completely).  it is also going to be more serious than this suggests.  and whatever.  enough excuses - i got a very tender yellow note asking what was current in my writing, so i thought maybe i would share this scrap roughness thing.  take it for whatever.<br />
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we were so excited about our book club!!!  we met every sunday, and also whenever we felt like it, and sometimes we didnÂt actually meet on sunday, if we were too hungover.  also, our book club didnÂt involve books Â not any more so than a conversation between friends might turn to, like, Âhey, what you been reading lately?Â and they would talk about literature for a minute or two, until everyone was reminded how boring it was to talk about literature, and then discussion would turn back to more interesting things, like sex.  we talked about sex a lot in our book club Â it was one of our rules.  in fact, while weÂre at it, here are the rules of the book club: <br />
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1. the book club must involve an exploratory trip into the city; <br />
2. the book club must involve alcoholic beverages, preferably consumed out of our minnie mouse flask; <br />
3. members of the book club must giggle profusely at any ironic self-referential mention of the term Âbook clubÂ; <br />
4. members of the book club must talk about sex a lot.<br />
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me and justin were in love and we felt it more and more all the time, so we called these trips ÂbeinÂ in love trips,Â but that description doesnÂt exactly roll off the tongue, and so the book club was born.  tonight we were in classic form; justin had poured rum into a hole in minnieÂs forehead (it was actually a figurine which he converted into a flask with some nifty drill tricks), and i donned my american apparel sepia shirt-dress (Âshress,Â coined by myself, much easier to pronounce when drunk than sober), and we were on the bus passing minnie back and forth, when we saw something that instantly turned this into The Best Book Club Meeting Ever: oprah winfrey.<br />
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oprah fucking winfrey!  and some little kid next to her who was probably underprivileged, in some way.  justin tapped me on the shoulder: Âsasha.Â<br />
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Âyeeessss,Â i said, in that half-assed russian accent i use whenever he says my name, because sasha is a sweet name that deserves to be accompanied by at least mock russian-ness.<br />
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ÂwhatÂs oprah doing on our bus?Â<br />
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Âi donÂt know!  probably enriching that kidÂs life.Â  we looked over together, where oprah was in the process of giving the kid a playful rustle of the hair, the kind a dad might give his son after he got the winning hit in a t-ball game.  this was cool, i guess, to have oneÂs hair rustled by oprah winfrey, especially while she smiled her big oprah-smile, but he seemed a little too old for the gesture.  but he didnÂt shake it off begrudgingly or anything.  i guess it is pretty hard to begrudge oprah winfrey.<br />
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Âi gotta talk to her.Â  this is what justin says.  justin, it should be noted, is notorious for initiating all of the stupid shit the book club ends up getting into, like last year when we were trying to learn to skate and i ended up running into a cop car.  (it is really hard to skate in a shress.)  but come on Â itÂs a known rule that you donÂt bother celebrities in public.  especially when theyÂre in the process of enriching some kidÂs life.  actually, why was she out here?  chicago was her territory, and she looked ass-backwards lost on a bus in san francisco.  i posed the question to justin, if only to divert his attention away from starting a conversation.  he said it was probably, like, Âthis kidÂs life dreamÂ to live a day with oprah, san francisco style.  Â public transit, all that shit.  eat at his favorite restaurant.Â  justin is trying to remain cool, with all the obscenities and such, but he looks so giddy his head might be about to explode.  he takes a sip out of minnie, calms down for about two seconds, and then reverts back to near-explosion state.  which is when the best thing <i>ever</i> happens: the kid, who is probably paralyzed from the waist up, or the shoulders sideways or something, canÂt pull the stop cord on his own, so he says: Âwe have to get off at the next stop.Â  and oprah, assuming the bus will just stop itself, she says: Âokay.Â<br />
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ahhhhh!  ahhhhhh!  clearly there is something missing here.  in about three milliseconds, justin springs up and pulls the cord in the back of the bus.  very loudly, and somewhat slurring, he says: Âgotcha covered, maÂam.Â  oprah gives him a big oprah-sm... ]]></description>
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                <title>letters out the window</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 22:43:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ is to be a series<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>consecutive wives</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Dec 2006 12:48:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yo, you wanna get all "who down" bout it, all uppity, you best mosey on over to <a href="http://www.myspace.com/consecutivewives">consecutive wives</a> - recognize you're one of the primo first jumpin all up in this music venture, turn around years later like "i told you so." and best be friends - wives don't front, we'll say whassup, knaamean?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>the un-met</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 23:54:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 1. How many years until you enter my front door reeling?<br />
2. Can you rephrase your question in the form of hope?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>"!" / made-up english</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2006 17:24:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "In Ho Muoi's made-up English, there are not five but twenty-four vowels.  The new nuances in pronounciation force each student to fine-tune his ear to the level of the finest musician.  There is a vast vocabulary for pain and bamboo but no equivalent for cheese.  Any adjective can be used as a verb.  <i>I will hot you,</i> for example, or, <i>Don't red me.</i>  There are so many personal pronouns, each one denoting an exact relationship between speaker and subject, that even the most brilliant student cannot master them all.<br />
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By sheer coincidence, some of Ho Muoi's made-up English words correspond exactly with actual English.  in his system, a cat is also called a cat; a tractor, a tractor; and a rose, inevitably, perhaps, a rose."<br />
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from "!" by Linh Dinh<br />
in the collection <u>Blood and Soap</u><br />
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Recommended.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>hammers</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 18:11:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Mother buys a new set of hammers. Like cutlery, these hammers come in various shapes and sizes, and reside in a block of slotted wood. Where do you keep your hammers? guests ask. Mother points to the block on the kitchen counter. Ah, guests say, perfect. Hammers for all occasions. A hammer for a nail and a hammer for a board. A hammer for children and a hammer for adults. A hammer to pry and a hammer to pound. Hammers for me and you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>the difference</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2006 21:22:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm not sure if it's maturity or a mimic - who knows -<br />
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this is what's healthy lately: <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41642813/">[link]</a> <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41685919/">[link]</a><br />
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newness here and really - really - read <u>blood and soap</u> by linh dinh<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>suicide / balcony party</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Oct 2006 00:16:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ six years paul had come into her coffee shop and it took a crosstown bus ride, separate entirely from either of their routines, for him to introduce himself in the context of friendship, but she was met and that was what mattered to him, mattered dearly.  it was, well, dont i recognize you from somewhere, and she, receptive to strangers as a personal philosophy, says, yes, yes, im ashley and i make your coffee.  she invites him to a party, and he accepts.  until this accidental meeting he had been lonely, lonely to the point where one snaps, flips the social spectrum, becomes aggressively outgoing as a coping mechanism, a last resort, meeting and meeting and meeting people in hopes he might find meaning.  next saturday he finds himself on her balcony, being introduced, and he makes conversation in the music, or perhaps the brand of beer he is handed.  he makes the conversation somehow and at this fact he realizes that things are going well.  ashley says that these twelve, fifteen people around the apartment are close friends, all very close.  in the past three years, as the neighbors above or below them have moved out, these friends have moved in, so that the slim house-turned-apartment is occupied by the people they know and love.  parties all the time, she says, all the time.  watch this.  she calls to the balcony above her, andy!  beer!  moments later, a beer falls from the story above, and leaning out, she catches it.  though this must be routine, the party thinks its a dazzling trick, and they cheer.  to pauls left, a man named james  thrift store blazer, stolen beanie  tells a story.  the other day i was in class, in journalism class, and this girl was like, do you remember that band, run d.m.x?  i was like, you mean run d.m.c?  what a fucking idiot.  everyone laughed so hard.  thats the thing, everyone says im funny, and i dont even try to be funny.  people just tell me im very funny.  paul says yeah, yeah and looks away.  he hears andys voice again, but from below now.  theyve dragged out some mattresses to the sidewalk, and suddenly the party is murmuring, someone jump!  it isnt a party if someone doesnt jump!  ashley says, paul?  paul, come on, its a tradition!  at first he doesnt know, but in his head hes swaying slightly, convinced.  he steps on the ledge and looks down.  in this moment he thinks two things.  one: he is suddenly no longer addicted to coffee, has no need for it.  two: how many stories does a person have to fall to commit suicide?  he is on the third floor now, with mattresses below him, but he decides he wants to see how close he can get.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>kindness</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 19:01:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ say hello to strangers.  drink lemonade.<br />
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new standards - fourteen hills anthology<br />
is a good book, too<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>hey</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 13:36:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <strong>Listening to</strong>: OKAY - tonight at the fillmore!<br /><br />what inebriate said.<br />
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wildoats()gmail()com if you want to chat, want any new writing etc.  enjoy yourselves.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>0.0km</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 17:28:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <strong>Listening to</strong>: OKAY - tonight at the fillmore!<br /><br />hey guys can i borrow a cup of sugar<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>recommendation</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2006 12:11:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <strong>Reading</strong>: play - samuel beckett<br /><br />i severely recommend reading and watching "play" by samuel beckett (there's a dvd with all his stuff.  i dunno, netflix).  do it in either order but you must do both.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i think</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2006 21:50:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <strong>Listening to</strong>: Cricket Engine<br /><br />i think there are basically two things that would make the world more interesting.  one, say what you're thinking, the thoughts in our minds are more engaging than the thoughts in our mouths.  two, stare more.  humans are curious people, what's wrong with looking at someone until you're done looking?  you can learn a lot from staring, and even more from being stared at - specifically you learn how to "read" people that everyone else has written off as illegible.<br />
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one + two makes the world less lonely.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>part monologue</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 20:31:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <strong>Listening to</strong>: Of Montreal<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: Streetcar Named Desire<br /><br />i'm fine, i'm fine, shut the fuck up and i'm fine.  give me a minute and everything will stop pulsing.  ah hell.  shit.  (pause.)  uh, is the heat natural?  i've never done this before.  the heat is natural?  (pause.)  i feel like a damn power source.  is the pulsing natural?  (pause.)  the pulsing is natural.  the heat and the pulsing are natural.  you know what it's like?  every three seconds i dont exist again, i forget what im made of.  then its like, somewhere inside me an eden explodes.  it's too much power for one body.  (pause.)  is the pulsing going to stop?  (pause.)  here's what else it feels like.  you're all people, right?  you're all . . . you know when you watch a movie, and you try to talk to the characters but they don't talk back?  it's like i'm watching a movie but you're talking back.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Salinger</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2005 22:30:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "Poets are always taking the weather so personally.  They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions."<br />
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-JD Salinger<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Coming Soon</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 11:23:01 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <div align="center"><img src="http://images.deviantart.com/shared/2005-12/uw1_final_black_medium2.jpg" alt="Unknown Writers"></img></div><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>nutrigrain</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2005 02:09:17 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's 2am and I'm writing an essay about a <a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/nutrigrainad.html">Nutri-Grain</a> commercial.  I think I am crazy.<br />
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To keep myself sane I have been writing in a little text file here in the computer lab.  And yes, it is coming.  Stay nude...<br />
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PS, task - show me a writer I have not read.  On DA or off.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>News DDs - an idea</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2005 19:17:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://comments.deviantart.com/5/7204694/196174837">Reproduced from this comment.</a><br />
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I'd like to see a system to emphasize the work of art groups such as Suture, Unkown Artists, etc. What I propose is this: implement a system exactly like the DD system (it would go right alongside the DDs, either above or below) called "Art Features" or something. In this module, you'd feature things exactly like you'd feature DDs, except instead you would link to news articles which showcase work in some manner, or otherwise benefit the art community. So for example, at a certain time you may have the following:<br />
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Suture Volume 9<br />
Twenty Volume XXX<br />
How Do You Decorate? Issue 8<br />
Unknown Artists, December Issue<br />
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You would have previews for these news articles, and writeups, just like the DDs have. Also like the DDs, they would cycle at random on any given refresh, so each feature (news artcile) gets its fair share of attention. UNLIKE the DDs, they'd run much longer than a day - rather, they'd run until it appeared they had exhausted their stay of usefulness. This would have to be maintained by an admin, but I imagine it'd be simple - all it would require is running through each featured article and removing the article from its featured spot once comments on the article seem to have tapered off.<br />
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One of the frustrations we all had when working at Suture was lack of exposure to anyone beyond the perceived "lit elite" - it was the same people reading our articles over and over again, and unfortunately those same people were few. People don't find out about these community efforts to promote art unless they're displayed prominently - for example, I haven't heard of half of the groups which work to promote art, and likewise, I bet most people haven't heard of Suture either. A system like the one I propose would go a long way toward "globalizing" or maximizing the exposure of these art features - which are, after all, created for the entire community. For that reason, if the system's implemented (cross my fingers), I'd like to see articles in this module get at least two weeks of airtime in this slot - enough to really broadcast the art features to as many people as possible.<br />
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Thoughts?  This was presented to $<a class="u" href="http://lolly.deviantart.com/">lolly</a> in his journal asking for suggestions about 1. what you'd like to see on a new front page and 2. how to emphasize the art more.  I believe this does both effectively, but I haven't gotten a response yet.  Hopefully a little talk about it might stir something up.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>erase deny</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 20:40:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ music's flying solo.  hubba hubba.<br />
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<a href="http://www.indiemute.com/wildoats/erasedeny/">[link]</a><br />
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leave a comment for username and password.<br />
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stamps gone while we're happy.  :]<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>government</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Nov 2005 15:22:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <i>The big thieves hang the little ones.</i><br />
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-Czech proverb<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>`wildoats</author>
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                <title>women are formulae</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2005 10:07:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ except when you need them.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>`wildoats</author>
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                <title>bargain bin</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2005 15:56:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.myspace.com/beatdepository"><img src="http://www.indiemute.com/images/beatdepository.jpg"></img></a><br />
<br />
it's coming along swell.<br />
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p.s. - i still want <b><a href="http://wildoats.deviantart.com/journal/6934552/">vocal samples</a></b> you fools!  [:<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>`wildoats</author>
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                <title>beat depository</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2005 22:29:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.myspace.com/beatdepository">[link]</a><br />
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what you find here will be no more than half of any particular thing.  a draft bin, or a half-draft bin so to speak.  just a way to get loops out before they are rearranged, etc.  this is unoffically anonymous (meaning it's announced but won't end up being the band page.  that is, unless you like the name "beat depository".  har.)<br />
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i still want <b><a href="http://wildoats.deviantart.com/journal/6934552/">vocal samples</a></b> too.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>`wildoats</author>
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                <title>Twenty</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2005 21:44:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This seems to be the trend.  I was tagged by =<a href="http://carissima82.deviantart.com/">carissima82</a> after I teased her for not tagging anyone.  Shows me.<br />
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1. I have a mild case of Tourette Syndrome.  I grind my teeth, blink a lot, and occasionally make low humming noises and facial tics.  I do not swear.  The angriest moments of my life come when people start swearing erratically and laugh it off as Tourettes.  It infuriates me when people mock 'my' syndrome.  Even though my case is only mild I want to put a thousand pin holes in their stomachs when they sleep and watch them bleed to death very slowly.  I am morbid.<br />
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2. There is no doubt in my mind that I will be famous in the future.  I do not know what for.  But the ultimate motivation for me is revenge.  I want revenge on all of those fuckers who made my high school years fairly miserable.  To be able to look back at them and say "I told you so."  Speaking of...<br />
<br />
3. I hated high school.  I was a recluse and I honestly feel like I had no one good solid friend, just a few hazy ones.  With these friends who flickered in and out I could always find one to lean on, but I never stayed with them long.  In the early stages, college is not much different.  Speaking of...<br />
<br />
4. I go to SF State.  I have been here two months and have not found very many people I might be able to get close to.  This disheartens me, but on the other hand I am still oddly optimistic about this place, nevermind the people.  So.<br />
<br />
5. Enough angst.  I have been at college since August 20th, and since then I have fooled around with 5 girls almost without effort.  This scares me, considering I was only able to snag 1 girl in the years before high school - and not without my fair share of effort.  However, the fear quickly passes and then I feel a perverse sort of proud.<br />
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6. Of those 5 girls, I wouldn't do it again with 3 of them.  But I don't regret any of them.<br />
<br />
7. I am a virgin.  I will have my fun, but I'm not going to have sex with anyone I don't love.  Secretly I am waiting for someone who can live up to the romantic feelings I had for my best friends (before they passed that stage and became my best friends, that is).  I will be waiting a while I think.<br />
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8. My four best friends - the ones mentioned in #7 - all live very far away from me.  I have only seen one of them in person in the past year.  The rest live too far away.  I plan on seeing three of them over Christmas break, but it will probably be my only visit with them for the year to come.  My final best friend lives in Florida now and I never expect to see her again in my life.  I partially blame this situation - being close to people who are physically far away - for my miserable high school years.<br />
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9. I used to play EverQuest.  This is my deep dark secret.  However, the reason I am here is because my friend from EverQuest referred me.  So it did that much good for me.<br />
<br />
10. I took Kindergarten in France.  My family spent a year there because my mom was doing an exchange teaching program.  My mother is a French teacher who moved to France to teach English, and we switched houses with a French family whose mother was an English teacher and moved to the US to teach French.  I was only 5, but I remember it was fun.  I didn't retain any French, though, even after 4 years of classes in high school.<br />
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11. The reason I am a ghost around DA is because I feel I put much more into this place than I ever got out of it.  But then that is life.  The only time I ever feel I get anything in return these days, is when I critique someone who's worth it.  But these critiques always happen offsite (much easier format in real time), and so my "numbers" (fuck statistics) never represented the effort I gave here.  Oh well.<br />
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12. At some point or another I was behind 4 lit projects on DA, 3 of them anonymous.  Read this in context of #11.<br />
<br />
13. I bet my friend 5 bucks that I will seduce a girl this Friday.  I am going to win.<br />
<br />
14. I'm not gay, but I do notice when men are attractive.  I will be the first to say "he's cute" when I am among a crowd of girls.  I've found it's socially acceptable, but then again I'm living in San Francisco.  But in general, I think it's bullshit that guys can't judge other guys' looks because they fear they'll be labeled as "gay."  It's bullshit when guys say they cannot judge the looks of their own gender.  Every guy can tell when another guy is attractive.  They're just too sissy to say it out loud.  It gets me some suspicious looks shot my way, and certainly a lot of queer rumors swirling around behind my back, but when a guy is attractive I will point it out every time.<br />
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15. I am a compulsive liar.  I am like Natalie Portman's character in Garden State.  No, I have not lied (and will not lie) on this list.<br />
<br />
16. I am a sucker... ]]></description>
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                <title>vocal samples</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2005 10:40:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ anyone up for sending recordings of your voice to me?  it can be anything, a story, you reciting a poem, you just babbling, whatever.  as long as it is straight talking with no background interference.  reason is, i want to experiment with cutting and rearranging outside samples in my music, and i want clean voices to go with.<br />
<br />
if you're up for making a recording that'd be swell.  surprise me with the vocals at wildoats at gmail dot com.<br />
<br />
thanks folks.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>`wildoats</author>
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                <title>music</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2005 18:32:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ two weeks with a beat machine and a nickel-faced celebrity breathing down my neck with an offer.  when you don't have illegal substances, this is the next best formula for making music.<br />
<br />
samples + songs coming soon.<br />
i need a band name.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>`wildoats</author>
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                <title>ghostwriter</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2005 17:28:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The end is near, I've heard. I've been keeping up to date with the activities of this spectre, and I think he's been exposed now. Those who are behind on the situation need to catch up drastically in order to help. His history is deep rooted with this site, and his name has been fed through with the clues so far.<br />
<br />
How do I know this? Well, he came after me, too. I managed to capture a part of my experience while looking through the forums. My monitor started twisting and bending, and the site turned a haunting, dark blue.<br />
<br />
<div><img src="http://www.indiemute.com/ghost/haunted3.png"></img><br />
<br />
His resentment to the Ghost Hunters is pretty high right now. I have a feeling he may appear there tonight. He mumbled something about "My name has already been exposed." when he was drifting off, and something about "paying attention to the capital letters". Take that as you will.</div><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Lightning!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2005 14:26:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>Lightning!!!</b><br />
<br />
What is lightning? Where does it come from? What does it mean? Does it have a meaning? Where does it come from? What is it made of? Is it made of light? Some might say it was made of light. Others contend that lightning is made of fire. People used to think that lightning was made of fire. Fire in the sky. Fire that killed people and knocked down trees. Before Benjamin Franklin. Benjamin Franklin was a founding father. He fatherly founded that lightning is made of electricity. Electricity in the sky.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://woi.brynmawr.edu/node/164">Read more.</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>`wildoats</author>
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                <title>camel toads</title>
                <link>http://wildoats.deviantart.com/journal/6758111/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2005 14:08:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.indiemute.com/images/cameltoads.jpg">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>`wildoats</author>
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                <title>Bush To Appoint Someone To Be In Charge Of Country</title>
                <link>http://wildoats.deviantart.com/journal/6740686/</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2005 15:39:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/41444">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>`wildoats</author>
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                <title>comic</title>
                <link>http://wildoats.deviantart.com/journal/6694617/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2005 11:32:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://www.indiemute.com/images/dougpatti.gif"></img><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>`wildoats</author>
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                <title>call for submissions (teenage writers) - UPDATE</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2005 13:01:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ SUBMIT TO:<br />
Author Betsy Franco at francobe@aol.com<br />
 <br />
PROJECTS:<br />
I am currently looking for very strong teenage writers (ages 12-18) for three collections:<br />
<br />
    * love poems written by teenagers (romantic love and love of self)<br />
    * a poetry anthology by poets with diverse backgrounds ("diverse" is defined broadly)<br />
    * poems and stories (less than 2,000 words) of all kinds, including edgy poems/stories, for a third collection<br />
<br />
<br />
DUE DATE:  <br />
I would like to receive submissions by October 28, 2005.   The love poetry book is the most pressing.<br />
 <br />
MY BACKGROUND:   <br />
I am an established children's book author.  See <a href="http://www.betsyfranco.com">[link]</a> .  My teenage anthologies include <u>You Hear Me?</u>, poems and writing by teenage boys (Candlewick Press, 2000), <u>Things I Have to Tell You</u>, poems and writing by teenage girls (Candlewick Press, 2001),  <u>Night Is Gone, Day Is Still Coming</u>, stories and poems by American Indian teens and young adults (Candlewick, 2003).   These collections have been recognized on the American Library Association's list of Best Books for Young Adults and on the New York Public Library list of Books for the Teen Age.<br />
 <br />
TOPICS:<br />
In general, I am interested in poetry and stories that are personal in nature, but I'm very open.  If you have any doubts about whether your work will fit my collections, just send them.  The range of poetry and stories I'm looking for is very broad.  The only genre I don't publish is non-fiction stories. Please send two poems at a time and one story at a time.<br />
 <br />
THINGS TO CONSIDER:<br />
<br />
    * If your writing makes it into a trade book, you will be paid a fee for your work.  Everyone will receive a free copy of the book, whether the book is trade or educational.<br />
    * You will keep all rights to your work (copyright, etc.).<br />
    * You can sign your poem or story with your full name, your first name, a pen name, or "Anonymous."<br />
    * I will need written permission from you. I will also need written permission from your parents if you are 17 years old or younger.  I will send the permission forms.<br />
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<br />
--<br />
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<br />
I am gung ho submitting to this.  It mentions two poems and one story at a time, so I'd like to hear advice on which poems fit which category best (my stuff is mostly geared toward the love poem and miscellaneous categories it seems, I don't know how you can spin the "diverse background" thing for me.)<br />
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I have my thoughts but I'd like to hear uninfluenced input from other people first please.  If you could let me know which poems (stories too) are strongest in which category, that'd be stellar.  Thanks.<br />
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Oh and, I'll update this in a few days with my own thoughts, to confirm.  Oh and, I expect other people to be submitting to this too, so if you need advice as well please let me know.  :]<br />
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--<br />
<br />
UPDATE: submitted collisions, no nest, minus 64.5% of us, and mobius heart.  Received a positive response, she asked me to submit more, so I sent in Time, as a God, Postmodern Morning (renamed it), pendulum smoke (renamed it), Ravish, a Female, and Mis-Entropic.<br />
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C'mon, if I can do it you can.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>vision</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2005 15:41:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i follow my idols blindly because i know my idols aren't blind.<br />
i set them up that way.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>`wildoats</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2005 20:36:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'm a mess of a man for wanting to be alone.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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