Monday, November 23, 2009
The Blood Modules
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He Said To No One
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Sunday, November 22, 2009
Broken, Unbound, and Barely Human

Next morning I told Dr. Granger of my dream. I couldn't get it out of my mind. I said I wanted to go back.
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http://issuu.com/lugosikong/docs/broken__unbound__and_barely_human
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Saturday, November 14, 2009
A Kind of Despair Behind the Shuffled Bolt

Somewhere within the diamond of steetlights, the curb of night, the peremiter of dogs -- driveways lip a secret, the secret of shadows only some will ever know.
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