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	<description>the existential poetry of justin mauk</description>
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		<title>titian beauty</title>
		<description><![CDATA[a subtle desire, billowing dissonance&#8230; erupts into a cacophony, this madness slowly drowning my footprints. as i step forward there you are. i could not go back even if i wanted to. but i have not thought of that until now. there is no back, only forward. so onward i step into the madness. my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>of whose beauty i am not</title>
		<description><![CDATA[sequins glimmering off the coast in the moonlight on crests of waves crashing into shores, breaking as a tide against the sand. i once asked you to carry me away into that fantastical sparkle, but you broke me in that foam and washed me into the sand. i love you for what i am not. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/of-whose-beauty-i-am-not/</link>
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		<title>on the edge of oblivion</title>
		<description><![CDATA[time, you slide like sand through my fingers and disappear into the wind that chaps and ages my face. we&#8217;ll meet again some day to discuss our differences. tell me, how is oblivion this time of year?]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/on-the-edge-of-oblivion/</link>
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		<title>layered observations</title>
		<description><![CDATA[when i was younger snow would fall from everywhere thursday looks like rain]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/layered-observations/</link>
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		<title>our spirited dreamscape</title>
		<description><![CDATA[as we lose ourselves in the synaptic crevices between human logic and reality, we stretch our imaginations further. the gaps then widen and sanity is the first victim of our attempt to understand. it&#8217;s okay. let us fill the gaps with superstitions and basal concepts of morality to create a sense of purpose. gaps filled [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/our-spirited-dreamscape/</link>
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		<title>the forgotten child</title>
		<description><![CDATA[a seed rolling into a crack sits alone &#8211; discarded and forgotten - but left only with this exclusion, it integrates its lonely surroundings, barren and profane, into its being. and it offers what it has to the nothingness which it is nearly overwhelmed by taking root, making a resignation in realizing that it is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/the-forgotten-child/</link>
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		<title>a memory is certain pain</title>
		<description><![CDATA[our words would touch our ears like soft whispers that tickle the side of your head. i used to like when i lost my mind like that, but now these words make painful attempts at gouging out my eyes and i&#8217;m sitting here with paint chips under my nails wondering if all that is left [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/a-memory-is-certain-pain/</link>
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		<title>a love affair with the madness of the world</title>
		<description><![CDATA[beauty must have the longevity of an autumn leaf or the impact of a summer breeze. such slight manifestations of irregularity that you barely feel or rarely see, but it is never permanent and it is never the same. that which holds beauty will only last the day. to understand why such things are would [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/in-love-with-the-madness-of-the-world/</link>
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		<title>our knowledge is no longer a byproduct of the education process</title>
		<description><![CDATA[know the ledge that kisses your heels as you fall with faith and leave with certainty that your last embrace will not be of compassion, but truth. the things that are abstract keep us further from what is real and now only represent what will never be. so let us fall into mediocrity, because the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/our-knowledge-is-no-longer-a-byproduct-of-the-education-process/</link>
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		<title>the poverty in material wealth</title>
		<description><![CDATA[these material possessions mean so much that i mean nothing. the irony of all that i own stripping my flesh to the bone when it clearly meant enough to have in the first place.]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/the-poverty-in-material-wealth/</link>
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		<title>the disembodied voices have become passive</title>
		<description><![CDATA[that rustic sound of industry scraping at the belly of civilization; spreading tetanus with the scourge of technology. meanwhile, the voice becomes disembodied within the networks that carry it, and the individual can only build relationships with the machines that are used to communicate in the place of others. all of the disembodied voices have [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/the-disembodied-voices-have-become-passive/</link>
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		<title>life: raising questions and dropping cadavers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[while clawing at the curtains on the stage of my own crucifixion, i squint through one eye and notice the crowd is already staring at me. not how i wanted to be seen, but i&#8217;ll make it work. i unclench my fists from the dark velvet that feels so smooth against my skin which, by [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/life-raising-questions-and-dropping-cadavers/</link>
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		<title>miracles of the invisible man</title>
		<description><![CDATA[steaming pools of sweat spread out across the valleys betwixt the wilderness and the lumber yards where splinters and tears of anguish level out the cracking earth from the cracking whip. does the blood curdle, or does it spread across the vista like a fading sunset that hides behind sparkling stars? they (the stars) walk [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/miracles-of-the-invisible-man/</link>
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		<title>situational grim reaper</title>
		<description><![CDATA[perception changes based upon the direction in which you are pointing: to the east, your fingers are long and bony; i do not know what that means and i am frightened. to the west, i smell the rustic charm, but i can see the vermin crawling through your empty sockets which disgusts me. to the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/situational-grim-reaper/</link>
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		<title>staring out the window at myself</title>
		<description><![CDATA[i have this compass that tells me atlas has left his post, and who holds the weight of this world; no one knows, but when sisyphus pushes that rock no one bothers to help or tell him that it is now he who is going in the wrong direction or how it really doesn&#8217;t matter. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/i-am-here-not-yet-arrived/</link>
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		<title>a life reflected in refection</title>
		<description><![CDATA[a life reflected in refection like when your eyes, bisected by the water, reveal certain truths: realizations externalized. to see the world upside down in reverse and wonder if anything is really any different from this perspective. the variance of similitude is as far off as the mind is from here, and the measurements are [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/a-life-reflected-in-refection/</link>
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		<title>the pit</title>
		<description><![CDATA[our fingers grazed the rusted welding of abandoned shopping carts where the rain was sliding off in beads that accentuated the humidity of a hot, dead night. you looked into my eyes as i was staring down at the cracking blacktop with the weeds growing out of it. your hand slid across the metal grasping [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/the-pit/</link>
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		<title>wind chimes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[the bodies hang from the gallows kicking at each other with their synthetic shoes as the air whips them around like wind chimes and the dull thuds resonating through the cold, dead air break the calm and incite the restless to wander through this thick, murky life that hangs like a fog taunting our vision. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/wind-chimes/</link>
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		<title>lamentations</title>
		<description><![CDATA[posthumous post-apocalyptic post-humans presenting pretentious pontifications posturing publicly, pretending: people, people we wouldn&#8217;t want woeful wraps willfully winding weaves; weeping willows wanting ways which won&#8217;t wander us into thoughts we&#8217;d rather have. for weaves are too beautiful and without our ways, we would be not unlike a willow tree. we humans are beautiful not for [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://onomatopoeic.net/lamentations/</link>
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		<title>how the leaves in autumn fall</title>
		<description><![CDATA[i can hear you wailing through the hollowed-out bones of a dead elephant you carry the carcasses on your breath of a vibrant and cyclical death so that it may lay scattered about the brush in the fields and carry a portrait; a portrait that moves us as it moves with us. you show us [...]]]></description>
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