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	<description>gretchen cello is a Writer in new york city. sometimes she takes photos and makes videos.</description>
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		<title>a story of severed&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2010 04:05:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[a story of severed He cut out my tongue. The pain quickly ceases. All of the flavours I can’t stand, the words I don’t speak. Gone. He holds it in his hand with no regard of the scarlet waterfall gushing from my lips and splashing on the floor. It paints my bare feet crimson. I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>a surface of insentience&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 01:17:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[a surface of insentience I agree to be hypnotized. I believe going deeper might slow my tapping foot. My left foot is always the first thing to unfold. My face gives nothing away. Tennessee says horrible things about me. She waits to hear the clang of my car door after work before she starts talking. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>poetry book, porsche, prose, sisters&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 06:46:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Namaste blog family This morning the button was pushed and my first collection of poetry is now available on Lulu. I&#8217;m not being pessimistic when I say I don&#8217;t expect many purchases, I&#8217;m being realistic. Poetry usually only sells after you croak. I&#8217;ve got a few books I&#8217;m working on that I&#8217;ll pitch to publishers [...]]]></description>
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		<title>dormant details shaking sense&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 05:57:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[dormant details shaking sense You open your eyes with foreign disorientation. Beside you is someone you loved a very long time ago. The fact that you loved them isn’t on your mind &#8211; it’s the way that you loved them. You loved this person in a new way when they told you to never wear [...]]]></description>
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		<title>pieces of books&#8230; books of pieces&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://followmetonyc.com/2010/07/19/pieces-of-books-books-of-pieces/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 13:49:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In between poetry booking there a million or so other word directions I&#8217;m playing with&#8230; and many etceteras and so ons&#8230; For example: Adrianna is not like most addicts. Hans has never assumed her to be so. The drugs started so the voices might cease. He has finally discovered her… right now. Walking in her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>we&#8217;re here&#8230; let&#8217;s write.</title>
		<link>http://followmetonyc.com/2010/07/12/were-here-lets-write/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 04:55:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[the prettiest girl of all Claudia is one of those hip girls with the right words and the right blood. Bank account blood that buys her big shoes and pays for her expensive apartment. Blood that gives you blonde hair and a straight nose. Thin thighs and slate blue eyes. Claudia and Claude have been [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Agnes&#8230; part two&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 04:34:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[part one Agnes isn’t afraid of narcotics. You used to tell yourself something about you frightened her &#8211; this romantic vision of love’s intimidation. The only thing she’s scared of is death. The fact you could never tell whether she’s high or not is just another inch on a twelve-mile pile of disappointment. Agnes isn’t [...]]]></description>
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		<title>meet Charlie&#8230; don&#8217;t drink today&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 15:11:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[‘Don’t drink today,’ says Charlie slapping my ass as a welcomed gust of air-conditioning puffs out the door of the Lexington Avenue entrance to Grand Central Station. In complete synchronicity we both say ‘God bless,’ with utter sincerity. We know we’ll never see each other again. We met ten minutes ago on the corner of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the sort that makes your pupils dilate&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://followmetonyc.com/2010/06/27/the-sort-that-makes-your-pupils-dilate/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2010 21:34:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He’s the sort of character that makes your pupils dilate. My black hole gaze is tracing the shift of his shoulders and sway of his hips as his expression of nearness rapidly unveils. Perched on my Bleeker Street stoop I’m pretending not to see him, even though I’ve been sitting here waiting for 37 minutes. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>meet layla&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://followmetonyc.com/2010/06/22/meet-layla/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 12:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Layla has legs that stop traffic, like the ordinary stride of Lester’s steps that usually know nothing about yellows and reds. She whisks him with a linen swish on the corner of eighth that evokes the question, ‘Why don’t you let me buy you lunch?’ Layla drinks dirty grey goose martinis with her left hand [...]]]></description>
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