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paints
writes novels
makes films (writes, directs, produces)
designs
takes photos]]></description>
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      <title>The water was tumultuous, tossing the boat to &amp; fro. The robot splashed the...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[The water was tumultuous, tossing the boat to &amp; fro. The robot splashed the kitten that floated in the tub, eating the boat. And the kitten.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 19:06:46 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>A kite drifted through the sky and into her living room. Stapled to the kite...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[A kite drifted through the sky and into her living room. Stapled to the kite was a kitten. Tuesdays kept getting better and better and best.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 16:07:19 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>The zombies were winning. It didn't seem possible, but the girl zombie could...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[The zombies were winning. It didn&#039;t seem possible, but the girl zombie could clearly bake the meanest butter tart known to the living.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 21:02:48 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>She watched her own reflection in the mirror, stroking her illustrious...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[She watched her own reflection in the mirror, stroking her illustrious beard, mocking her husband, whose face was bald and cold.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 10:04:11 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>In an act of desperation, the robots elected Charlie as their leader....</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[In an act of desperation, the robots elected Charlie as their leader. Charlie was made of styrofoam &amp; melted after only a few hours.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 15:18:29 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>The air was rich with November. He filled his nostrils, reaching for his...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[The air was rich with November. He filled his nostrils, reaching for his razor. Yes, robots shave. Yes, robots have nostrils. #whiskerino]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 08:53:41 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>On the day after the big event, he sat in his closet and built a robot out...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[On the day after the big event, he sat in his closet and built a robot out of fun sized candy bars. The robot demanded bacon &amp; fancy pants.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 07:00:30 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>"Frorow Friaay" he said, his mouth full of tongue. Not his tongue, of...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[&quot;Frorow Friaay&quot; he said, his mouth full of tongue. Not his tongue, of course. He wiped his zombie mouth with his zombie sleeve &amp; took a nap.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 06:49:23 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>The pies were delicious. Sally Wibberstobby ate 47 of them, taking short...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[The pies were delicious. Sally Wibberstobby ate 47 of them, taking short breaths between each bite. She named them names like Yek, Erb, &amp; V.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 04:31:55 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>She lifted the kitten above her head, wondering how it would taste with...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[She lifted the kitten above her head, wondering how it would taste with butter. It was Tuesday. She loved butter. A lot. #kittentuesday]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 13:57:09 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>Hundreds of robots attacked the metropolis, turning the buildings into...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[Hundreds of robots attacked the metropolis, turning the buildings into various breakfast foods. The girl watched, snacking on some toast.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 06:13:51 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>He swished the liquid around his mouth, spitting it into the sink. "That's...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[He swished the liquid around his mouth, spitting it into the sink. &quot;That&#039;s not toothpaste,&quot; he said. &quot;Nope. PIxie urine,&quot; she replied. &quot;Oh.&quot;]]></description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 22:51:40 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>He opened the box, finding a shiny new version of Windows 7. He spent the...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[He opened the box, finding a shiny new version of Windows 7. He spent the rest of the night crying &amp; drinking &amp; shaving other people&#039;s pets.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 15:38:09 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>"You are the brightest kitten in the sea," she said to a bag of trash,...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[&quot;You are the brightest kitten in the sea,&quot; she said to a bag of trash, floating in a puddle. Somewhere, a robot cried, melting the earth.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 16:45:01 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>A chatty fish stick sat at a bar pondering the nuclear sciences, inflatable...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[A chatty fish stick sat at a bar pondering the nuclear sciences, inflatable swords, &amp; herbivores. The bartender ended his day with a snack.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 13:40:04 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>Fridays at the unicorn farm were always the same: collect the milk, shave...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[Fridays at the unicorn farm were always the same: collect the milk, shave the horns, tweet as someone infamous, eat dinner with the pixies.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 05:58:59 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>A cloud of bees, dense and plague-like, covered the sky, raining down...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[A cloud of bees, dense and plague-like, covered the sky, raining down stingers and pollen. Elsewhere, a bear was cooking salmon on a grill.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 04:58:56 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>"I don't know what I just put in my mouth," she said, her finger back in the...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[&quot;I don&#039;t know what I just put in my mouth,&quot; she said, her finger back in the container for a 2nd dip. &quot;Tastes like fish or kittens or glue.&quot;]]></description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 14:19:18 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>Music didn't exist in the Land Where Music Didn't Exist, which is why she...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[Music didn&#039;t exist in the Land Where Music Didn&#039;t Exist, which is why she cooked a lot of eggs in her spare time. She also hated Mondays.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 12:26:42 -0700</pubDate>
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      <title>The magic bag came in handy this afternoon as he sneaked a burrito into the...</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[The magic bag came in handy this afternoon as he sneaked a burrito into the movie theater. Next time, tacos. And chips &amp; salsa. And a Coke.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 15:22:57 -0700</pubDate>
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