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	<title>Mordechai Stone</title>
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	<description>Contempt never breeds with familiarity</description>
	<pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2010 05:36:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Walkabout</title>
		<link>http://mordechaistone.com/2010/11/21/walkabout/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 21:26:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Is it time? Time to leave? Time to surrender the dream?
Maybe it&#8217;s juts time to continue the journey elsewhere.
I have so little left. For years I have been discarding possessions, getting lighter. I only have a few things that keep meaning, a couple of boxes with sentiments stored in the form of pictures, personal papers, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Romance Languages</title>
		<link>http://mordechaistone.com/2010/06/28/romance-languages/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 03:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Romance Languages. Definition. Any language derived from Latin.
I loved the idea when I first heard of it as a kid. It sounded so&#8230;romantic. And for a guy who dreamed of becoming a writer it seemed the logical thing to do, learn a romance language. I started with Spanish and Latin. I thought it would be [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Rhythm of Life</title>
		<link>http://mordechaistone.com/2010/06/01/rhythm-of-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 21:43:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[They pulled the stretcher out of the back of the ambulance on a Friday night at Parkland Hospital. A fat man lay there, naked save for a sheet covering his hips and legs. A piston, strapped to his upper torso, chugged vigorously compressing his chest. Every time the piston chugged a small trickle of blood [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dead Eyes</title>
		<link>http://mordechaistone.com/2010/01/18/dead-eyes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2010 09:50:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Have you ever had a gun held on you?
I have.
Three times.
Well, technically, four&#8212;but that one doesn&#8217;t count coz the gun was pointed at my chest, not my head, during a little drunkman&#8217;s-bluff between friends.  The other three I felt the pistol &#8216;held&#8217; firmly to my skull and friendship had nothing to do with it.  Those three times the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The View</title>
		<link>http://mordechaistone.com/2010/01/03/the-view/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 06:34:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I worked on South Padre Island, TX for 18 months. From my third floor condo I could look west across the bay and see the sun set on the mainland then turn east and see waves from the Gulf of Mexico roll onto the beach of the longest barrier island in the world. Every night [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Safe Place</title>
		<link>http://mordechaistone.com/2010/01/03/safe-place/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 07:22:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am assaulted by fear. It paralyzes me. If by chance the sudden assault happens while I am away from home I cement a smile to my face to hide my dread while longing to return to my sanctuary.
Some days the fear is so overwhelming I can only find refuge in darkness, sleep. I retreat to my bedroom. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Small Life</title>
		<link>http://mordechaistone.com/2010/01/02/small-world/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 08:24:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Since I moved back to California in 2007 I have attempted to make my life manageable. I followed a formula. I cut expenses to the bone. I quit spending money on entertainment; no movies, no books, no dining out. I quit dating. I bought a disposable car. I rented a cheap one room apartment. And [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Choice</title>
		<link>http://mordechaistone.com/2009/07/13/3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 22:14:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Another day. Another God forsaken, fucked up day that begins with me opening my eyes followed immediately by THE CHOICE. FUCK. Will I write? Or will I do nothing. I agonize in bed, the covers pulled tightly over my head.
Maybe if my life was full, if I had a job that ate up the majority [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Prom Queen</title>
		<link>http://mordechaistone.com/2009/05/17/prom-queen/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 00:08:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“There you are,” Jack observed. “Right on time.”
Jack lowered his binoculars carefully and glanced at the sky checking the angle of the sun. His survival could hinge on something as simple as foolishly allowing sunlight to glint off of the glass lenses of his high powered Zeiss Conquests. But Jack survived exactly because of his [...]]]></description>
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