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		<title>steer clear</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
saw this in magic
fitted new memory old.
heard a story told by a man today
reminded me of a story i once wrote
his story was of randomness love perseverance
pain is stronger than hate
mine was about outsider states
and nigger john ware.
black (in) rodeo.
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		<link>http://iamnehal.com/2010/08/steer-clear/</link>
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		<title>trying to pretend (i know)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[the words that i speak aloud, bring into existence, sometimes surprise me. most of the time, i can figure out where they came from, but it&#8217;s their utterance that gives me cause to pause. meanings layered on top of them, attributes include the language i choose to speak them in. my sub-conscience doesn&#8217;t just contain [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://iamnehal.com/2010/07/trying-to-pretend-i-know/</link>
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		<title>gargoyle (i live in memory)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[i don’t reflect this city’s moods, but my emotions parallel those of this place. disoriented violence, these days, manifest in physical discomfort. baton blows transmute into revived pain memories. left shoulder, mainly.]]></description>
		<link>http://iamnehal.com/2010/06/gargoyle-i-live-in-memory/</link>
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		<title>poetry as patriarch</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I wasn't given the opportunity to fall in love with poetry. I didn't chance upon it, discover words that stirred my emotions in new ways. I didn't stumble upon poems, take them into my life as lovers, didn't get to experience the romance of poetry. It wasn't that I had any aversion to poetry, I just didn't get to experience it as new. ]]></description>
		<link>http://iamnehal.com/2010/06/poetry-as-patriarch/</link>
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		<title>mind body battle</title>
		<description><![CDATA[i don&#8217;t know where my head&#8217;s at right now, but this is crazy. can&#8217;t figure out don&#8217;t know but euphoria punctuated by high-hats and 808s. hugging this flow like i can&#8217;t let go like it&#8217;s my lifeline like i need to be here so bad i just don&#8217;t understand don&#8217;t know don&#8217;t care. and i [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://iamnehal.com/2010/05/mind-body-battle/</link>
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		<title>walk with me now/the value of horology</title>
		<description><![CDATA[- will you be able to bring it to a conclusion? she asked wisely.
- maybe. i don&#8217;t know. i hope so. i would at least know one way or the other whether to put energy into it or not, i replied uncertainly. but we&#8217;ll talk about it when i see you.
[aside - i now have [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://iamnehal.com/2010/05/walk-with-me-nowthe-value-of-horology/</link>
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		<title>you are my holiday</title>
		<description><![CDATA[there&#8217;s a paralysis i&#8217;ve been unable to talk about. i&#8217;m hoping that writing this out, posting it in public, just putting it out there, will do something to break this deadlock. i try and talk about it with people around me, but they don&#8217;t hear me though. i seem to portray this image of ceaseless [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://iamnehal.com/2010/05/you-are-my-holiday/</link>
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		<title>organ donor</title>
		<description><![CDATA[

i confess&#8230;
and then, you
take my heart and place
it in your chest.
anti[em]bodied.
apr10
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		<link>http://iamnehal.com/2010/05/organ-donor/</link>
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		<title>the moon told me this</title>
		<description><![CDATA[i feel like i haven&#8217;t posted on here in a while, but it&#8217;s only been three weeks. threads of narratives in my mind, completely avalanched over by academia, theory and the like. apart from that, life&#8217;s been magical.
i went to new orleans, a city prettier than i had imagined it. jasmine and vodoun traces on [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://iamnehal.com/2010/04/the-moon-told-me-this/</link>
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		<title>common denominator (a reconstruction)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Light up your face with gladness
You make me smile like the sun
You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit.
So I&#8217;m gonna smile
Cause I wanna make you happy.
So I put on my make up
Put a smile on my face
Crazy on a Sunday night
You&#8217;ll see the sun come shining through for you.
Just smile for me [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://iamnehal.com/2010/04/common-denominator-a-reconstruction/</link>
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