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		<title>Shiva Descending a Staircase</title>
		<description>I remember this movie once with Charlton Heston. He was supposed to be the last man on earth, but of course he wasn't. There was a black chick, a whole commune full of kids, and albinos in ray-bans around every corner. That's just as well. It would have been a ...</description>
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		<title>To Mallory</title>
		<description>What power you hold
In your cheery cherub cheeks,
Sparkling dark eyes,
And slyly coy smile.

You are a see saw
Large enough to move the world
And open a stranger's
Steely grey daytimer heart
Like a popup book. </description>
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		<title>The Monkee is the message</title>
		<description>We all know the words.

	Were just tryin' to be friendly,
	Come and watch us sing and play.
	We're the young generation,
	And we've got something to say.

The words inspire and embolden us. They stir the blood and pluck up the spirit. They are rich with the vigor and promise of youth. But do ...</description>
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		<title>A new urban myth concerning GMOs</title>
		<description>I found this interesting and thought I would pass it along:

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I have been getting tons of email after mentioning the GMO tomato thing on my blog so I'm going to go ahead and post this once and for everyone.

I first heard about this at a party and I thought what ...</description>
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		<title>Reborn</title>
		<description>The day Christ died
Like a Bhudda on the road
The veil of the sky was rent
The cloak of the temples fell
And all the pure beckoning beauty of the heavens
Spilled down upon me
Cleansing me.
Redefining me.

The day Christ died
The earth shook
Time stopped--reversed
The eleventh hour became the ninth
And at last again
Through eyes like a ...</description>
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		<title>Under the Radar</title>
		<description>June 8

The drink cart approached Seth's seat too slowly. It seemed as if the flight attendant had been pouring out half-cans of soda for the last twenty minutes and had only advanced two rows. Seth yawned and stretched to try and revive himself. He needed  a caffeine fix.

To fill ...</description>
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		<title>The Danger of Love in a Laboratory Setting</title>
		<description>I have a girlfriend. I need a drink. These two phrases often show strong correlation. Today they seem equivalent not only with each other but with the sentence: "I used to have a car."
It started a month ago when I noticed Jane's smile beaming at me across a room full ...</description>
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		<title>Morning Sickness</title>
		<description>Water from under the bathroom door. Darkness spreading across the hallway carpet.

The torn pieces of the letter on the table with the broken GI-Joe. The half-eaten bowl of cereal and the overturned coffee cup. The cereal box eviscerated across the table. Within the sweet smelling spray, a toy hides unclaimed.

Milk ...</description>
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		<title>Our Aliens, Ourselves</title>
		<description>It’s clear they meant us no harm. Any race that can make a huge, perfectly reflective sphere appear out of nowhere and hover in one place for months on end could have easily destroyed us if they wanted to. They did not destroy us, however.
Instead they did nothing. With the ...</description>
		<link>http://oonian.com/wordpress/?p=13</link>
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		<title>Motel</title>
		<description>Waves of rain ate at the dirt road and washed gravel, sand, and silt into the brimming ditches. The minivan tottered and splashed through the torrent.

"Don’t get too close to the edge," Rita warned.

"I'm not," Joe grumbled, "Back up, you're fogging the window."

The overwhelmed wipers gave only a split second's ...</description>
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