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		<title>Incoherent Storylines</title>
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			<title>Impailor</title>
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			<description>IMPAILOR



The sweat ran down Edgar’s face, he could feel them drawing closer.  The barren concrete wall could not hide him forever.  He heard the barking of the hounds sent to track down his scent, and the footsteps drew closer.  He reached into his pocket for his cannon, for the past three years the colt 45 was the only one he could trust.  He checked the clip, twenty-one potential saviors lined in a row sharp as an arrow.  He didn’t want to fight but those pigs had already had a taste of  ...</description>
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			<title>a short piece</title>
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			<dc:creator>Rv. Xen</dc:creator>
			<description>Two men with large bushy mustaches and bowler caps, and checkered slacks sit on a park bench on a very small planet, which consists of the bench, these two men, a sidewalk circumferencing it, and a lawn gnome that’s just out of sight around the edge of the planet.  One of them, let’s call him Zipper Gumdrop turns to the other and says, “You aren’t planning on going anywhere today are you?”  The other, his name is H9+ , replies, “No, are you?”  Baffled that his comrade would say such a thing,  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2007 05:21:45 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Bat-Maloy and the Immaculate Fix</title>
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			<dc:creator>Rv. Xen</dc:creator>
			<description>Bat-Maloy and the Immaculate Fix



Robyn Jr. was once again in peril.  Bat-Maloy had warned him about that shady red light district filled with junkies, hookers, and con men who could weasel you out of your slacks and into a giant hotdog costume passing out flyers for the local meat mart.  But oh no Robyn Jr. wasn’t a boy now.  He was eighteen, just passed his drivers test, and was recently indicted into the Young Person’s chapter of the Kung Fu Commandos (KFC) so that meant he didn’t want  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2007 04:29:44 GMT</pubDate>
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