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	<title>Under a TVSky</title>
	<link>http://www.schwarzz.com/blog</link>
	<description>Just a temporary man, who writes poetry and listens to too much noisy music.  His hobbies include salivating about glaciers destroying civilization and the cultivation of facial hair. Additionally, he generally strives to make himself as useless as possible.</description>
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		<title>BLOODWORK</title>
		<description><![CDATA[BLOODWORK a missed bath for the almost white of uncreation, the threaded needle of a vein, away, dreamed unsunned skins lead themselves astray. Tags: Poetry, Words]]></description>
		<link>http://www.schwarzz.com/blog/?p=956</link>
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		<title>LEAVE OFF</title>
		<description><![CDATA[LEAVE OFF the pencil can only dream of graphite, the pen, of flesh, hoard, petals sear the air, blooms shedding any noblesse oblique, while the sun vibrates in a milky sky, devouring this quiet day, breezes full of teeth, petals sew the clouds shut, bicycles chase their riders, papers wait blankly, remaining bone white, despite [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.schwarzz.com/blog/?p=954</link>
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		<title>EVERY ACT OF REMEMBERING—IS AN ACT OF DESTRUCTION</title>
		<description><![CDATA[EVERY ACT OF REMEMBERING—IS AN ACT OF DESTRUCTION demiurgically recreated, of course, I. laughing somewhere beyond the sky as he makes them darker, dist- orted, so roses transmute into daisies, become bone shards, become lilies tearing their way out of dry April soil. are we getting the picture? we reframe our faces so many times, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.schwarzz.com/blog/?p=952</link>
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		<title>NO THING BUT THINGS</title>
		<description><![CDATA[NO THING BUT THINGS all elevation is illegible, lilies ineligible, or at least un-elegiac, we lie if laughing, we shoulder all our unused organs in long bone black nylon bags, the extra lungs longing, lightless, left dreaming of slight, slight hills. Tags: Poetry, Words]]></description>
		<link>http://www.schwarzz.com/blog/?p=950</link>
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		<title>DOPPELGÄNGER</title>
		<description><![CDATA[DOPPELGÄNGER here is the split—a low tuning fork, entrylevel docetism under a blue moon. :;: web dreams, unsilked, without eight eyes, without nine arms, just another walking ahead of you. Tags: Poetry, Words]]></description>
		<link>http://www.schwarzz.com/blog/?p=947</link>
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		<title>WAITING ROOMS</title>
		<description><![CDATA[WAITING ROOMS a doze -n empty television screens, hide our wound up minds. it&#8217;s all seconds, here— glass and curtains, separations, antiseptic, just the place for our hopes to endlessly stalk echoing hallways. Tags: Poetry, Words]]></description>
		<link>http://www.schwarzz.com/blog/?p=944</link>
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		<title>“NO LAND UNINHABITABLE, NO SEA UNNAVIGABLE”</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“NO LAND UNINHABITABLE, NO SEA UNNAVIGABLE” some summer here, this someplace, concrete island, steel-river-ed over other, older streams a super-imposed geography, faked land-writings, regulated, unlike and like a thousand other someplaces, except that space, the place of the last dread alternative, will unwilled, un-lime-d, un— lined papers, the chart-less where “the very sunbeams froze&#8230;” Tags: [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.schwarzz.com/blog/?p=941</link>
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		<title>FOOL&#8217;S GOLD</title>
		<description><![CDATA[FOOL&#8217;S GOLD formulas decay—moon-ly, absent an alchemist, but we&#8217;re here: in morning, each morning, all front-doors and facades, to recalculate the weight of our leaden hearts. Tags: Poetry, Words]]></description>
		<link>http://www.schwarzz.com/blog/?p=940</link>
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		<title>-SHUN</title>
		<description><![CDATA[-SHUN a night stuck with needless a song half heard in the remembering a road more absent than rising a day becomes another, an other day walks in its place a pen breaks its lead a puddle of water cracks like the tumbled glass a moon swallows several clouds, later it will vomit blue bits [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.schwarzz.com/blog/?p=935</link>
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		<title>NOW HOW WOUND SOW?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[NOW HOW WOUND SOW? ein-eyed, Wednesday bears some sloppy breath, a broke word, gasped out, if heard. herded buildings stand before a storm, never wrought, no rain, all the moisture was already here. Tags: Poetry, Words]]></description>
		<link>http://www.schwarzz.com/blog/?p=933</link>
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