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	<title>Andrew Spiess</title>
	<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com</link>
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		<title>Dilation of Late</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1 There is nothing but what is near to us. If you don&#8217;t believe me, go down the street and drift around. Eels of light slide from dim streetlamps. Like eels, my thoughts radiate from my bulbous head, bleed together like a blend of yellow episodes, like a bowl of soup between two lovers. My [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2012/01/02/dilation-of-late/</link>
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		<title>New Tanka</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen close to the bitter groans of a biker passing down your street at night. Ignore the reflector&#8217;s glare. Notice his eyes, his slackjaw, his yellow teeth. Release a burning scream in a hallway followed by five minutes of silence each night. Linger a moment. Run your fingers through your hair. When I rub my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2012/01/02/new-tanka/</link>
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		<title>Bad Need</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Kids scratch walls with rocks to be involved Kids scratch their names into glass with shards of glass]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2012/01/02/bad-need/</link>
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		<title>Flatland Blues</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am stuck in a drone, my spine, a dry stake. Scarecrow, pale and cloaked, to make not the pain, but just the groans. Scarecrow, We walk the same stride. We dug our foxholes in the same corner of town, the same corner of the mind. Scarecrow, use smoke to gag the energy out. Fill [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2012/01/03/flatville-blues/</link>
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		<title>Pearl St. Dusk</title>
		<description><![CDATA[low world colored flat, yet rolled up to feel solid night advances the way wind pushes smoke a motion a flock of feathered moments squawking like phone calls like rain I am all around and shown in occasional flashes and screams the wind exhales chimes chilled over pill music pale sweetness flecks mocking light drip [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2012/01/03/pearl-st-dusk/</link>
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		<title>Fix</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It seems to me that the trees are rising in the night and I realize that I may be having a panic attack so I call James who has a prescription for Xanax in order to ease his own anxiety issues. Nice enough guy anyways. Big metalhead, or maybe punk. Either I can&#8217;t tell the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/09/15/fix/</link>
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		<title>The Scaffold</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A river of faces forms the procession. Faces as stern as a corpse, eyes glimmering mint and pristine. In a dark corner I drink black tea from my lover’s cup – My eyelids fall like the lid of a coffin as I listen: A thick fog of gossip The stink of talk A slice of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/12/20/the-scaffold/</link>
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		<title>Something bigger than the two of us is moaning.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A dark slug, a malignant thing crawled out from the unnatural opening inside me, born from a hole and hungry, must be removed or killed.]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/12/20/something-bigger-than-the-two-of-us-is-moaning/</link>
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		<title>Reception</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Only the glow left and the shadows of white coils tentacles of plastic now sixteen in a cast of light An ellipsis, the screen is a backlit semblance of a silhouette A mixture of pops and ticks a hissing behind a shadow close to a breeze Down hallways the smell of water: a chorus of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/12/20/reception/</link>
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		<title>Pulling Yourself Together</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listen, you need to focus! Stop pacing aimlessly in your kitchen. Stop talking to yourself. You must find your wallet, your cigarettes, and your cell phone. You need to find a lighter. Get money fast. If there isn’t any money in your wallet, use your bank card at the ATM. Don’t worry about overdrawing if [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/07/22/pulling-yourself-together/</link>
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		<title>Ivy Climbs Up</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ivy climbs up the resilient trunk of an oak tree, choking, but there is no struggle. Light barely touches the cracked bark as the ivy wraps around gnarled arms. There will be no blossoming of leaves in the spring for the staggering branches, but the leaves of the vines will always glint and cover and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/07/22/ivy-climbs-up/</link>
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		<title>Rope of Haiku</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Fog hides a tree – Is it there? Gasping tip of a branch Mat of overcast solid and heavy - I am trapped and waiting. Winter wind – A sharp gust taps dead maple branches together Winter sun pulls ice to a point. Glaring up, bright yellow breaks through, leaks from a shell of clouds. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/12/20/rope-of-haiku/</link>
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		<title>5 Tanka</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Watch the air cook On the bricks of a wall and simmer In the sunlit spaces outside For hours Until it changes into a thick black. There is a natural grease Coating my eyes as well as the world, Helping me easily slip Into soft sleep, Plummet into a solid dream. Gather 200 people To [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/07/22/5-tanka/</link>
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		<title>Haibun Journal</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1 On an off-white bathroom wall, a clock ticks. Analog face. A clock that attracts eyes. Begs for a short moment of attention, delivers guilt when guilt is deserved. A ticking that hammers nails into studs of concentration. A ticking that plucks nerves. There is a snap of a whip that can be felt on [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/03/12/haibun-journal/</link>
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		<title>dull fuss</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It hurts to be here, to stand by the window, to see the clock, watch the hour drip, and wait until it’s already late. A television stutters with small talk. The blackness of the windows from the inside makes me think there isn’t enough to observe and sometimes my eyes burn at night When I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/03/17/sour-is-a-state-of-mind/</link>
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		<title>sour is a state of mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I can feel something punching against the inside of my ribcage like it’s trying to break out, trying to escape. Often it stalks behind my eyelids and scrapes against the inside of my skull. I always feel it moving inside. Its face is like a gripping fist or a flickering light bulb with four-fingered hands [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/03/17/dull-fuss/</link>
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		<title>With Precision</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Lemon scented fumes Make the skeptics believe in lemons. Spray more of it, Manipulate the air. The screen and I share a stark adamant gaze Eyes of salt water Eyes made of white grain Red lines wavering warm Around cavernous blackness: staring Into sharp cerulean high pitch Switch to color blocks Or the chieftain’s serious [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2009/09/17/precision-of-agenda/</link>
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		<title>Remote Control</title>
		<description><![CDATA[An ellipsis and I hear the clock tick like whiplash. Eyes wander towards the edges of the yellow pages, I pay attention to the ringtone of neon augmentation: concrete fingers reaching up to the wild sky growling over a dense metropolis. A heavy gauntlet cups the limitless muzzle. Stirred into the platinum mass I spend [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2009/09/17/remote-control/</link>
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		<title>60 Second Spot</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Ensuring you success, liberation, and peace of mind for an affordable price.]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2009/09/17/60-second-spot/</link>
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		<title>Mediator</title>
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		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/03/17/mediator/</link>
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		<title>INVENTOR</title>
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		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/03/17/inventor/</link>
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		<title>Dancer</title>
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		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/03/17/dancer/</link>
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		<title>Hunger, Thirst, Refuge, Intoxication: An Essay on the Perceptions of Drugs</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Alone on a dark pastel neighborhood. I drop and stand tall on a friend’s porch while casual, caustic cop cars watch and pass by. They have nothing on me. I am simply a standard presentation of Young Eccentric Humanity. The mad eyes in my mad head glow with specks of black and grey like a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2009/10/17/hunger-thirst-refuge-intoxication-an-essay-on-the-perceptions-of-drugs/</link>
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		<title>Do You Need a Hand?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I haven’t slept all night and I’m not going to Bear with me as I feel this town Feels like a stuck pig A rat actually You are domesticated matter of some kind on a garnished platter and I can’t relate. Get laid immediately or get sedated or cut these open But it only ever [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2009/09/17/do-you-need-a-hand/</link>
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		<title>Deviant Hunt</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The front. Thick green sweat. Condescending wet chops. Hot grease. All I need is cream all I got is foam. In the mouth of a hound. Brash motherfucker with a set of bone metal knuckles. Tense dog blending in with smoke and bricks. Harmless. Soft all the way through the inside. Sharp mask and erratic [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2009/09/17/deviant-hunt/</link>
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		<title>Animal Mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I just don't know what to tell you. Maybe you shouldn't know. It is none of your concern.]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2009/09/17/animal-mind/</link>
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		<title>Spread</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Written in wrinkles are senseless obsessions printed like incurable diseases. And on a need-to-know basis, words become contagious killers, saturating the air like graffiti on a wall. Our minds are easily infested with laughing pests, speaking of false intelligence and very few would rather rot in the corners of sterilization until it’s safe to move [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://andrewspiess.painteverything.com/2010/07/23/spread/</link>
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