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	<title>Bit Flip Syndrome</title>
	<link>http://bitflipsyndrome.sudokita.com</link>
	<description>alternate thinking.</description>
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		<title>The offspring of consumption</title>
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The children of that era were never quite sure why they would do it. They would voraciously consume culture by the rice-bowl, spooning it up greedily. Raptors of books and film, music and general artiness. It was as though they were wolf hunting in concrete jungles, looking for meaning in the highest, widest most convoluted [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bitflipsyndrome.sudokita.com/?p=132</link>
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		<title>Interlude;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[First up, wrapping up my final semester consumed most of my time thus a gap in writing. However I have lots on paper and random txt files on the Box, so they will make their way in here, possibly interwoven with some new stuff.
This being just the announcement of my return, a real piece will [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bitflipsyndrome.sudokita.com/?p=54</link>
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		<title>We wait.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This time last year a soft spoken small person of a height four foot ten sat by the edge of the bed.
Iron held in an iron grip. Ready to rip lines, rip-roaringly along the creased, now-greaseless, handkerchief.
Glancing quickly out of a smaller window in the top right corner of the room, they followed a quick [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bitflipsyndrome.sudokita.com/?p=121</link>
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		<title>About growth.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[They spent their summers by the lake house. Not so much swimming in the lake so much as staring at it. Not really from the lake shore, so much as from atop the rain tank perched meekly on a tower to the left of the mild cabin that huddled by said lake shore.They would pull [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bitflipsyndrome.sudokita.com/?p=99</link>
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		<title>The night I became the wind.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After an initial hesitance,  I motioned towards the bike leaning charmingly by the fence of the park. No, that&#8217;s not how it was. Let me start again. I was walking home. Long road, crunchy gravel, listless night and startling footsteps. Bus to the train to the car to the side to the, what? If dusk [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bitflipsyndrome.sudokita.com/?p=95</link>
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		<title>Redgirl, Fishpet and Smiling Clothes</title>
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She is a an insect, a creature of forlorn deceit.
Stringing along imaginary songs,
Of water, wind and sometimes someone.
I knew her once, not too long ago
She strung us along, it was like,
vertigo.
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You know, really, they were probably just doing the same:
They said we&#8217;d get there. So where? I asked. They said we don&#8217;t care. Just anywhere. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bitflipsyndrome.sudokita.com/?p=89</link>
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		<title>Remembering Honestly</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Though empires crumble to dust
and centuries lost in shadows,
the marble still sighs to the stars
&#8216;I remember&#8217; &#8220;
&#8211; Lover&#8217;s Gift I &#8211; Rabindranath Tagore
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The weight of the memories are indescribable at best. Having a never ending depth and seem to stretch further back beyond the base of the eyes. They press upon the chest like a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bitflipsyndrome.sudokita.com/?p=81</link>
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		<title>What the letters did on a silky night.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[They&#8217;re not in the bones, not in the hearts,
they&#8217;re starting to move, groaning apart.
The creepers, they smear, seep into the lungs,
comforting sounds, asunder, above.
Have them away, having their way,
coming along, coming away.
Stopping them now, stopping the strays,
watching them grow, awake and ablaze.
Noises, they&#8217;re louder, white, blue and green,
noises are louder, those that can be seen.
Quieting [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bitflipsyndrome.sudokita.com/?p=69</link>
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		<title>Halloes.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
Shifted forms. Shifted along. Shimmy on over. Here, roll over.
I&#8217;ve relocated to here. This space be under construction. Hence the time between posts. That and the interference of life and things. *Must write more*
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		<link>http://bitflipsyndrome.sudokita.com/?p=63</link>
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		<title>Snippets</title>
		<description><![CDATA[After a brief holiday, I return!
Moving on to bigger or brighter, slightly or unsightly things.

A story that gives sense
(an anonymous tale I was told by a friend)
A potentate asks his wise men to compile all the knowledge in the world in one place for his son to learn. The wise men go away for a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://bitflipsyndrome.sudokita.com/?p=62</link>
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