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		<title>Lines Upon The Horizon</title>
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		<description>As the day draws to an end, the memories and images from the day unfold into something greater, more than just etches and minute memories. Spin your stories here. (Short Stories).</description>
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			<title>Sand - xxx -</title>
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			<dc:creator>Ina</dc:creator>
			<description>- another &quot;memoir&quot; of when I was playing junkie 







I sat there on my knees in front of the glass table trying to talk myself out of snorting a line of heroin. All that came to mind as its prosecution was a lifetime of addiction and most likely death involving a finale of feces. So I leaned in toward the table with nostrils flopping like Dumbo’s ears. He watched me from the corner of his high eye-sockets. I leaned out.

“Nope, can’t do it!” I declared with confidence of a black  ...</description>
			<category>Lines Upon The Horizon</category>
			<pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 20:10:26 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Walking</title>
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			<dc:creator>love it</dc:creator>
			<description>She'd walked all the way; a heat filled, breathing thing, the light eating into her flesh; the colourless, jabbering light. 

“We can survive anything, but ourselves”. Was it something she'd read or just thought? It kept repeating ‘til it began to bubble from fish mouths, from their hook-seeing eyes.

The sun hit a bone. She quickened her feet, imagining a sun-god shovelling tiny, dry bones into its furnace and the ash filled grooves of the sky. She saw Kali, her skin a star-bed, charging into  ...</description>
			<category>Lines Upon The Horizon</category>
			<pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 12:47:08 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>What A Doll</title>
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			<dc:creator>Jen</dc:creator>
			<description>The story has been revised... 

a few more times than I can care to remember. 

Should I leave the letter at the end or take it out?

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&quot;We make ourselves a place apart

Behind light words that tease and flout,

But oh, the agitated heart

Till someone really find us out.&quot;- Revelation by Robert Frost



February 2007, 1AM:

One-fifty for the coffee, and thank you, enjoy your drink. An extra .25 cents to the waitress. They are  ...</description>
			<category>Lines Upon The Horizon</category>
			<pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 01:52:03 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>In the window</title>
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			<dc:creator>love it</dc:creator>
			<description>The woman has a window seat; she is bound by the window; pale where the exhibition of herself has cinched her in. The red throb of lip, like a newly split blister, flames between her nude nails. She smokes deeply and treacles through the curve of her spine. He notices. Slicing through the liquid geometry of the window, he dissects her into manageable chunks. He closes his eyes to hear her bones sing and through their own dark tunnels he sees her veins begin to hang loose and seep, rhythmically.

It  ...</description>
			<category>Lines Upon The Horizon</category>
			<pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 11:19:16 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>The Brain was Enlarged to Store more Memories</title>
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			<dc:creator>Ina</dc:creator>
			<description>Oh my! I am posting this because most of you know me, otherwise I think I would be slightly hesitant. 





After the photo shoot she dropped me off in front of our place and placed an oily hand on my oily knee. “Good luck” she said with the forced worried look that only a hired best friend can muster up. In the loft, where we had just shot our photos, the light was maneuvered, aligned and controlled by the photographer’s minions; on the outside the earth controlled the light and it was not  ...</description>
			<category>Lines Upon The Horizon</category>
			<pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 03:25:33 GMT</pubDate>
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