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		<title>replicate the fun (part four)</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/3263</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2011 20:11:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I’m lying on a bed next to this girl. She’s the kind of beautiful that I don’t come across too often; that I don’t imagine anyone comes across too often. She’s unpacking a story I told her about my childhood crush who ended up going out with my best friend. She’s running her fingers across [...]]]></description>
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		<title>everything he touches turns to candy (part three)</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/3258</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2011 19:31:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[it was in a manila envelope. plain, addressed to my father and my mother. it had the word &#8220;confidential&#8221; stamped on it in red ink. &#8220;what the hell is this?&#8221; i asked myself. I was alone in my new house tucked away in one of the most secluded part of marin county. it was night. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>i have been moving. and shaking. but at different times. (part two)</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/3255</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2011 20:24:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;You know you&#8217;re a pretty fucking amazing person, dude.&#8221; I could see her over the phone, the way you just can with some people. You know exactly what they look like when their voice does that thing or they say a certain phrase that you&#8217;ve heard and seen so many times. I laughed the way [...]]]></description>
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		<title>you just sacrificed your queen (part one)</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/3228</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 22:16:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i was driving on the 101 north of san francisco, frigid air venting through the windows. &#160; &#8220;you don&#8217;t mind, do you?&#8221; my ex-mother-in-law asked. &#160; &#8220;no.&#8221; i answer. &#160; &#8220;i just get a little hot&#8230;&#8221; she looks forward and takes a breath. &#160; &#8220;no. it&#8217;s fine. i actually like it.&#8221; in some ways this [...]]]></description>
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		<title>let&#8217;s go all the way (a meditation on the publishing industry)</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2888</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2010 01:51:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The world of publishing has never been without its politics. Historically, the politics have been an inside game, safely embedded within the communities of academia or the insular world of the publishing houses of the holy. There have been some notable exceptions in the last decade, such as when it’s entered the Frey or got [...]]]></description>
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		<title>lost in love</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2537</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 08:30:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[*spoiler alert* (sort of) think about what your very first reaction was, as it became clear that it was all about love. did you start to think or feel that the writers were sellouts and that you had been conned? or did you feel a little something sparkle and blink from somewhere deep inside, something [...]]]></description>
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		<title>imitation of life</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2230</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 06:23:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[i don&#8217;t remember the name of the movie i just watched an hour ago and that&#8217;s probably best. it was the kind of tripe that&#8217;s very existence, let alone my viewing of it, would have 10 years ago left me with a disdain for freedom of speech and a renewed vigor for cultural censorship. that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>a perfect night for bananafish</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 04:40:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[the first time i read &#8216;a perfect day for bananafish&#8217;, it was from a battered copy of nine stories gifted to me by a close friend and dysfunctionally brilliant writer who had been given the book for his birthday, as evidenced by someone else&#8217;s inscription to him on the title page. it took me thirty [...]]]></description>
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		<title>old time religion</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2108</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 00:39:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[i am staring at a picture of my mom, dressed as a nun, circa 1964. It&#8217;s a photo I just scanned from a collection my aunt sent me. it was taken by my grandfather, as they dropped her off at the convent, the year after she graduated high school. the year after the first kennedy [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the pick-up artist</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/1988</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 06:33:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I don&#8217;t understand the whole dating thing. I know right off the bat if I&#8217;m interested in someone, and I don&#8217;t want them to waste their money on me and take me out to eat if I know I&#8217;m not interested in that person.” &#8211; britney spears i was searching for a quote on dating [...]]]></description>
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		<title>together is the new alone</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/1974</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 22:11:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“remember, we&#8217;re all in this alone” &#8211; lily tomlin for me, being lonely has very little to do with loneliness. being lonely is debilitating, whereas, loneliness evokes an aura of palpable energy. it is not the actual alone, it&#8217;s just feeling alone. there is a barrier between the two states. loneliness is more romantic. its [...]]]></description>
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		<title>almost blue by The 88</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/1915</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 19:58:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[three of my friends from different parts of my life: elementary school to little league to high school ended up meeting each other at different coordinates along their life&#8217;s grid, unbeknownst to me. i hadn&#8217;t seen most of them for twenty years, until i connected with a couple of them on facebook. i found out [...]]]></description>
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		<title>home decorum</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/1869</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 07:26:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[transitions are rough sometimes. i knew this going into it but there are things, for which, you can never fully plan. our mind has so many things working at once; eleven million pieces of data per second, to be exact. and i can feel the weight of those on occasion. our conscious mind, however, only [...]]]></description>
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		<title>metafiction</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/1822</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 04:29:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have always had a rather odd knack for trivia. I’m something of a savant, idiot and otherwise, when it comes to movies, tv, pop culture, etc. The kind of things that the derivation of trivia extends from, trivial things. I was born in 1973, yet I could tell you that the actor Ben Fong [...]]]></description>
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		<title>bean bag baseball</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/1796</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 20:28:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[my dad called the other night and let me know that my grandfather had been asking about me. he was wondering what was happening with the various things i had going in my life. i heard a tacit accusation in my father&#8217;s voice, like a whining rasp through a not quite sealed window. maybe it [...]]]></description>
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