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	<title>Whenever You Are We Are Already Then</title>
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	<description>Out of Order. Come Back Yesterday.</description>
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		<title>Thank you for the fish</title>
		<description><![CDATA[And it&#8217;s skeleton.
I am closing this blog.
Lights out folks.
Ta Ta. Bye Bye.
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		<link>http://suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com/2009/10/08/thank-you-for-the-fish/</link>
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		<title>In which I would like to say what I have originally being meaning to say</title>
		<description><![CDATA[And yet I won&#8217;t.
Good luck with getting that out of me.
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		<link>http://suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com/2009/10/02/in-which-i-would-like-to-say-what-i-have-originally-being-meaning-to-say/</link>
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		<title>eggs of our forefathers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ They dredged up a bunch of dino eggs in Chennai or somewhere around there. Technically dinosaurs would not count as our forefathers, not unless you are Iggy Pop or something. However, we all have evolved from apes and I am given to believe that apes evolved from these ginormous lizards, and if you couple this bit with the other [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com&blog=3651116&post=1881&subd=suburbannoisemachine&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Black Letter is not equal to a Buffalo</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A newer more robust verison of the canonical model (Kripke Semantics) can be seen here.

 
If ever there was a stronger (stranger ?) argument for literacy, I haven&#8217;t had the opportunity to smite it with a giant, bristly mop.
UPDATE!: I am going here in December. If you would like come with me please write to me.
I am [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com&blog=3651116&post=1872&subd=suburbannoisemachine&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com/2009/09/26/black-letter-equals-to-a-buffalo/</link>
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		<title>The type of blonde I could have been dreaming about</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Looking out the window, I felt the crisp subterfuge of melancholy covering my senses. A dull calm had spread over the cityscape. Branches tittered in a bunch, the air laden with possibility of rains. Cuddling couples had resumed their late night strolls and I had resumed my pelting of cuddling couples on late night strolls with rotten pineapple [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com&blog=3651116&post=1862&subd=suburbannoisemachine&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com/2009/09/26/the-type-of-blonde-i-could-have-been-dreaming-about/</link>
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		<title>the skeletons have come to roost</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Pablo Escobar started his criminal career by stealing tombstones from the local graveyard and selling it to local villages. Al Capone&#8217;s mother was a seamstress. Werner Herzog was a welder before he started his career as a target for &#8220;insignificant&#8221; bullets. Julia Child was possibly a government spy.
My grand dad was a suspected Marxist and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com&blog=3651116&post=1807&subd=suburbannoisemachine&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com/2009/09/24/the-skeletons-have-come-to-roost/</link>
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		<title>Franz Wright’s Dark Glamour</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sincerity can get him into trouble. “Pediatric Suicide,” invective and poem-as-witness to a girl’s death, is constructed of sentences like “Being who you are is not a disorder” and “Putting your head down and crying your way through elementary school is not a mental illness, on the contrary.” Energy is the poem’s best quality. Wright [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com&blog=3651116&post=1855&subd=suburbannoisemachine&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com/2009/09/20/franz-wright%e2%80%99s-dark-glamour/</link>
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		<title>Afrikaans</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Your mouth once fashioned after the
softest, most supple Yakuti grapes is
now the very picture of a shrivelled
raisin stored for decades
in grandma’s secret jars You would steal from
for us.
Your purple lips quiver along the bends
of each river they course in the lores
and truths of your Taal. There is
a different country’s pulse in the spasming
network of your [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com&blog=3651116&post=1836&subd=suburbannoisemachine&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Love Milk, Joyful Instruments and Rorschach inkblots</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have bought more of  some truly  hideous erotica collections. Expect all my conversations to be peppered with euphemisms such as love milk, joyful instruments, petals of youth, saline sea creatures (what other kinds of seas have you known of?) and more ghastly ones that I can&#8217;t quite recall at the moment. Between these and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com&blog=3651116&post=1828&subd=suburbannoisemachine&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com/2009/07/06/love-milk-joyful-instruments-and-rorschach-inkblots/</link>
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		<title>Birthdays are those days when you repent ever being born</title>
		<description><![CDATA[( Carl Jung)
Mine is 1st July. That, I believe, was yesterday. I got older and heavier what with 30 kgs of cake cream shoved down my throat. I cohabit with cheap rats who didn&#8217;t give me any presents except for a 5 year old kazoo. I am a sodding loser for all thats worth so [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com&blog=3651116&post=1817&subd=suburbannoisemachine&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://suburbannoisemachine.wordpress.com/2009/07/02/birthdays-are-those-days-when-you-repent-ever-being-born/</link>
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