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	<description>Aspirations of the Aspiring</description>
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		<title>Water.</title>
		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2011/09/16/water-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2011 03:01:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love wine but.. they can&#8217;t seem to make it without water. (Even Jesus was in need of some H2O for miracles.) &#8220;I&#8217;m the worst hooker ever.&#8221; We should be getting paid for this. &#8220;I told him,&#8221; I love you from here to the moon and back a trillion times. Weeping willow fireworks. Purple as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>T &amp; T a poem by Tina Gill and Tallon Fassi.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2011 02:50:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Blazin mad L&#8217;s and I feel stupendous. &#8220;Rarrrrrrrrarrrrrrraarrrraa&#8221; (Air thrusting through tongue in rapid vibration.) &#160; Feeling nice. Feeling vibes. Smoke on top of red wine. I love you baby. This is the dope freshness! Must have permission slips to ride this and You must be this high*. &#160; &#160; I&#8217;d rather be here now&#8230; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>11:11</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 03:12:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tallon Fassi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We can&#8217;t see into each other, staring in quizzical atrophy masks fasened flawlessly. Just two slack jawed art patrons amazed and unsure and in awe. &#160; &#160; &#160; &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>Glosa Written by Natalie Lobe.</title>
		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2011/08/30/glosa-by-natalie-lobe/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 04:12:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tallon Fassi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Talent]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[&#8230;Send each of your words like a last letter before execution, a call carved on a prison wall. you have no right to lie&#8230; - Blaga Dimitrova, &#8220;Ars Poetca&#8221; &#160; Think of your poem as a beacon. Shine one word at a time westward where licorice dolphins play tag with ships and coral reefs shimmer [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Rust</title>
		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2011/08/25/rust/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 23:01:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tallon Fassi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Pulling at me, crimson incubus of pleasure filling hollows childhood left. Smiles don&#8217;t clean up the mess, beer bottles, needles and unrest. Layers of lies webbed in your eyes while vowing to be where you&#8217;ve never been. Whole or half, fractional math. You are the rust on my tin. I don&#8217;t have heart strings within.]]></description>
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		<title>Yellow Ginger.</title>
		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2011/08/19/yellow-ginger/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2011 17:36:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tallon Fassi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Darling the issue at present is illuminating a purpose. &#160; Respect is bare balls minimum, Now baby, who do you think your fooling? &#160; &#160; The tears of a clown and all that sambuca oh honey child, you will drowned. &#160; &#160; &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>Weak Side.</title>
		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2011/08/16/weak/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 14:04:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tallon Fassi</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Glittering vastness of stardusk achors the core of us. Looking at you leads me to drinking to bleed out the thinking which was creepin. Your tropical heat, a corset I won&#8217;t loosen. Tell me your spy plans aren&#8217;t translucent. &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>Whimsy</title>
		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2011/08/15/whimsy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 20:07:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I stick out my tongue to see her mood, tasting the weather she has brewed. The sound of ocean sucking pebbled stone over tidal breathe. Lost in the burning iris of god, Bees make homes in my rib cage. This poem is built on mysticism and cinnamon.   &#160; &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>Duende</title>
		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2011/08/15/duende/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 19:02:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tallon Fassi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Home Sweet Home]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Nihility is ubiquitous thus genesis confounds. Scintillating titillation aquired by a donnish enigmatic sleuth. The authenticity of ambient inklings. Whimsical tokens of globetrotting gallimaufry. Thalassic baptism resuscitates credence. Silence settles situations while mellifluous apparitions of erstwhile float on.]]></description>
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		<title>Kawala Incubator Care</title>
		<link>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2011/05/20/kawala-incubator-care/</link>
		<comments>http://blog.tallonfassi.com/2011/05/20/kawala-incubator-care/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2011 20:24:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tallon Fassi</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Brain Maps]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Thousands of miles of destinations and curiosity&#8217;s intrigue has compacted steam caves encompassing my beating skin. Crawling back within what I&#8217;ve always known. Poverty and taking sides on principle are mind tricks. Perhaps its time to reevaluate justice an eye for an eye is  blood lust not healing. Put death on display and tell your [...]]]></description>
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