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		<title>Death By Imagination</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[They said that before the accident, I was a cheerful boy, that I was going places, that I had everything going for me. Honest to God I can’t remember much before the accident. All I could do was imagine as I lay in bed, completely paralyzed and unable to move for myself. I can’t even [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=plotnotes.wordpress.com&blog=3449136&post=278&subd=plotnotes&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Death By Polvoron</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 04:39:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ego, you see it has always been a guy thing. We like to compete for the dumbest things, we like to win and we constantly need to prove ourselves the better man.
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		<title>Greed</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 16:35:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>X, well X is a fraud</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had to have her, not just one time but I had to have her again and again. There are scores of them, little blonds with their baby blues, pouting lips and tight little red dresses. I could be a perfect gentleman the first few hours, appear like a perfect prince in a fairytale, then [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=plotnotes.wordpress.com&blog=3449136&post=271&subd=plotnotes&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Wrath</title>
		<link>http://plotnotes.wordpress.com/2009/06/07/wrath/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 15:48:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>X, well X is a fraud</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[They say that after the carnage one finally feels a sense of peace. I have left her apartment, washed in blood, the shiny toys she was so proud of, the toys that made me shudder in both fear and pleasure lay scattered and lost, looking miserable and defeated.
 I had watched with undisguised pleasure as [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=plotnotes.wordpress.com&blog=3449136&post=269&subd=plotnotes&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Envy</title>
		<link>http://plotnotes.wordpress.com/2009/06/06/envy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 15:44:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>X, well X is a fraud</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One moment she was mine, or I was hers, her slave of desire, her other half- I was in love with her one moment, the next, I simply wasn’t. 
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		<title>Sloth</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 16:18:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>X, well X is a fraud</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Our clothes the night before, or was it two nights before or even three, lay discarded on floor. I have called in sick again at the office. The remains of last night’s meal lay cluttered beside the clothes, empty red wine bottles and oyster shells.
I felt so languid, so completely filled to the brim it [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=plotnotes.wordpress.com&blog=3449136&post=263&subd=plotnotes&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Gluttony</title>
		<link>http://plotnotes.wordpress.com/2009/06/05/gluttony/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 16:03:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>X, well X is a fraud</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am always hungry. 
I was hungry for love, seeking it in all the wrong places and in all the wrong ways. I was hungry for the attention of any dashing prince with hands that could cut like knives, any haughty queen in ten inch stilettos and braided whips and leather corsets. I was hungry [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=plotnotes.wordpress.com&blog=3449136&post=259&subd=plotnotes&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Pride</title>
		<link>http://plotnotes.wordpress.com/2009/06/03/pride/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2009 08:04:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>X, well X is a fraud</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had set my hooks deep within him, before he even glanced towards my direction. He had his pride of course as all men often do. I could almost see it visibly shrink, become fragile and like glass could easily shatter. 
He could melt like a puddle on a hot, searing day beneath my cornflower [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=plotnotes.wordpress.com&blog=3449136&post=256&subd=plotnotes&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Animal Lust</title>
		<link>http://plotnotes.wordpress.com/2009/06/02/animal-lust/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 15:15:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>X, well X is a fraud</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Her siren song eludes me; it casts me into a dreamy stupor which I cannot break free from. If I could be a slave of something, I would be a slave of love. No, I would be a willing slave of desire. 
She waltzes to me across the room, my lady temptress, my ivory goddess. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=plotnotes.wordpress.com&blog=3449136&post=249&subd=plotnotes&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Cindergirl, at the Ball</title>
		<link>http://plotnotes.wordpress.com/2009/06/01/cindergirl-at-the-ball/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 14:56:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>X, well X is a fraud</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tonight was the perfect night and when they danced, the world ceased to exist.
Their faces are merely inches from each other, the prince takes the risk. His lips brush against hers lightly, he only wants a taste. Her lips were petal soft; he could feel her yearning, her hunger as he withdraws cruelly. Her body [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=plotnotes.wordpress.com&blog=3449136&post=241&subd=plotnotes&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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