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	<title>disutility function</title>
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	<description>never blog nothing.</description>
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		<title>a thermostat comforter</title>
		<description>i've set myself up for this;
an unyielding summer breeze
& some breathless
sensual self-test.

who were we to judge?
this new stamina disaster
or we're too forgiving,
forging a namesake.

(there's a certain round corner to all of this,
or am i getting my shapes confused again?
my lipstick & memory are all that remain.)

in silence you'll doubt me
& ...</description>
		<link>http://waitinglinetheory.com/disutilityfunction/2008/07/25/a-thermostat-comforter/</link>
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		<title>.and we’ll have ourselves a merry little christmas;</title>
		<description>once we set the gears in position 'twas but a test of faith to start all things in motion, passing forth into the void as we had always feared was inevitable.

check-mark next to the name; cross whatever it is off the list of everythings forever.

i'm a quatrain not yet formed ...</description>
		<link>http://waitinglinetheory.com/disutilityfunction/2007/11/12/and-we%e2%80%99ll-have-ourselves-a-merry-little-christmas/</link>
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		<title>the hills we buried</title>
		<description>lets sport a spread eagle steam shovel
and call it lost innocence. tim eto run fro m

the hills we buried ourselves under

ye.s i'd rather let my toes wiggle
and poke out dark covers stop period/.
this isn't another blankety blank blank(et)
ive (un)made my bed of breath-taking;

and misforgo tt en Me rr iment.Kan't the
spellbound ...</description>
		<link>http://waitinglinetheory.com/disutilityfunction/2007/11/06/the-hills-we-buried/</link>
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		<title>let’s pick an obvious starting point and work our way backward</title>
		<description>the sun in my eyes nearly eclipsed by winos and derelicts
drying the sweat on my back .hands warming calm
shaking off the gone rushing air and this letter burns
three six tw[o]o

im my favorite basement stashed wishbone warrior narrative
speaking in tongues and written words
we scream ourselves to death, in nautical terms
and always ...</description>
		<link>http://waitinglinetheory.com/disutilityfunction/2007/10/07/let%e2%80%99s-pick-an-obvious-starting-point-and-work-our-way-backward/</link>
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		<title>[p]honing in</title>
		<description>< i,ve found its important to note' that is' once inherent interest has 
faltered' that the only true/
well' actually no' i told her...  .  this isn,t quite the need we had planned' 
nor is it any sort of implied hope or flamboyant rope tying she,d expected/
i lied.
but speaking ...</description>
		<link>http://waitinglinetheory.com/disutilityfunction/2007/09/13/phoning-in/</link>
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		<title>ug., gug ug</title>
		<description>this favorite frost-bitten phenomenon. im that forthcoming faker. 
you know what i mean! 
come forth into favorite faith. this suicide 
and social source, we believe in each other!!

im a love never known, yr that beautiful smiling face lost beneath dreams
 and derelict dormant floor drainS!! 

c'mon. 
we know the fact
s.

this ...</description>
		<link>http://waitinglinetheory.com/disutilityfunction/2007/09/08/ug-gug-ug/</link>
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		<title>nope;nothing.</title>
		<description>oh, but for the years we lost, 
is this that wretched half-mile marathon again?

i'm yr favorite frost-bite father figure 
in 
forgotten phone bill caustic costumes.
virtue? 

damn the skyline and scalp all traffic lights, 
we flash the badge of dreamers, 
fluff a pillow 
and leave the truth on sworn and scoreless ...</description>
		<link>http://waitinglinetheory.com/disutilityfunction/2007/09/08/nopenothing/</link>
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		<title>another review, of sorts</title>
		<description>I am starting up as a regular contributor to the blog Speaking of Art... and my first post is available for your reading enjoyment. I originally intended for it to be a review of the new audio release by Terre Thaemlitz, but I found myself rambling on abt historical context ...</description>
		<link>http://waitinglinetheory.com/disutilityfunction/2007/08/27/another-review-of-sorts/</link>
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		<title>optometry</title>
		<description>this night is a broken mirror.

these words: a magical enunciated 
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;phantasy.
i don't quite fear the future (yet), and yet, 
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;i will keep my pure and given-gift 
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;hope locked up, if only to keep it safe.

all else: i offer daring and direct. to you.
but let me keep my hope to myself.

let's ...</description>
		<link>http://waitinglinetheory.com/disutilityfunction/2007/05/23/optometry/</link>
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		<title>we&#8217;ll title it later</title>
		<description>breaking the plain of another nation's notepad
skipped a phone call & buried meaning in a miracle
im a squeaky cat & hairball,
im a turn signal that never resets
going left going left
going left
going left
seen the seething of a trunk 
& wrote a drunken bad luck lyric for the wishful last spirits,
have you ...</description>
		<link>http://waitinglinetheory.com/disutilityfunction/2007/03/19/well-title-it-later/</link>
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