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			<title>OPG Brandon Eckenrode posted a Writing.</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[She&#039;s part girl, she&#039;s part boy<br />She&#039;s got parts everyone can enjoy<br />She&#039;s got more, she&#039;s got less<br />She&#039;s got her man hood tucked in her dress<br />Is she a mister or is she a miss?<br />Does she stand up when she&#039;s taking a piss?<br />How many more words must I type?<br />This is about a hermaphrodite.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2014 18:06:29 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>OPG Brandon Eckenrode</dc:creator>
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			<title>OPG Brandon Eckenrode posted a Writing.</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[I think the recent passing of Shirley Temple affected most of us who remember her. She was a wondrous child and a great lady, probably the very best of us. I wrote this story to honor her, and to express my own early fascination with her movies.l;<br /><br />     I think the recent passing of Shirley Temple affected most of us who remember her. She was a wondrous child and a great lady, probably the very best of us. I wrote this story to honor her, and to express my own early fascination with her movies.<br /><br />I think the recent passing of Shirley Temple affected most of us who remember her. She was a wondrous child and a great lady, probably the very best of us. I wrote this story to honor her, and to express my own early fascination with her movies.<br /><br />     I think the recent passing of Shirley Temple affected most of us who remember her. She was a wondrous child and a great lady, probably the very best of us. I wrote this story to honor her, and to express my own early fascination with her movies. I think the recent passing of Shirley Temple affected most of us who remember her. She was a wondrous child and a great lady, probably the very best of us. I wrote this story to honor her, and to express my own early fascination with her movies.     I think the recent passing of Shirley Temple affected most of us who remember her. She was a wondrous child and a great lady, probably the very best of us. I wrote this story to honor her, and to express my own early fascination with her movies. <br /><br />     I think the recent passing of Shirley Temple affected most of us who remember her. She was a wondrous child and a great lady, probably the very best of us. I wrote this story to honor her, and to express my own early fascination with her movies.<br /><br />     I think the recent passing of Shirley Temple affected most of us who remember her. She was a wondrous child and a great lady, probably the very best of us. I wrote this story to honor her, and to express my own early fascination with her movies.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2014 18:45:12 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>OPG Brandon Eckenrode</dc:creator>
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			<title>OPG Brandon Eckenrode posted a Writing.</title>
			<link>http://www.writerq.com/mobile/library/222/it-039-s-cold-out-here/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[Nichole, will you show me your heart?<br />Will you open it wide?<br />Will you tear down the wall?<br />Will you let me inside?<br /><br />There&#039;s nothing implied<br />I&#039;m at your front door<br />I literally mean<br />Will you let me inside?<br /><br />I think I just saw a raccoon<br />All burglary eyed<br />Those things fucking scare me<br />Please let me inside<br /><br />I tried to climb through your window..<br />..but I was too wide.<br />You should get bigger windows..<br />..or let me inside.<br /><br />Are you angry with me?<br />Are you preoccupied?<br />Are you taking a shit..<br />..and can&#039;t let me inside?]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 18 Feb 2014 17:48:51 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>OPG Brandon Eckenrode updated his profile information.</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 13 Nov 2013 15:30:11 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator>OPG Brandon Eckenrode</dc:creator>
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			<title>OPG Brandon Eckenrode updated his profile photo.</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 15 Aug 2013 19:02:15 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>OPG Brandon Eckenrode posted a Writing.</title>
			<link>http://www.writerq.com/mobile/library/129/eruptions-of-paradise/</link>
			<description>Under the soft warm blanket, laying side by side, they began grinding against each other.  Slowly at first, then harder and harder.  The pushing and thrusting and grinding produced unbearable amounts of heat.  Finally, when it seemed like the two could not take it any longer, the lighter one slid on top of the heavier one, and rode on top.  As the one on top prepared to erupt into the world above, the warm blanket of ocean moved to the sides.  The two rock formations, no longer laying side by side, now formed what is called an island.</description>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 21 Jul 2013 21:40:42 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>OPG Brandon Eckenrode posted a Writing.</title>
			<link>http://www.writerq.com/mobile/library/126/feelings-are-for-girls/</link>
			<description><![CDATA[When my friend Don suggested we go on a trip to Maryland together, and offered to pay for the whole thing, I thought, Fine, but what&#039;s in it for me?<br />After he explained that I&#039;d be getting a free vacation, I still hesitated.  It was true that, jobwise, I had some time.  I had just been fired again.  And after working there for nearly two months, I was ready for a vacation.<br />But finally I said no.  For one thing, I don&#039;t really like Maryland.  The last time I went there I wound up in a software development company, forced to develop software.<br />Also, I was making good progress on my novel, Muscular Happy Dog.  It&#039;s about a well-built, happy dog.<br />Also, I had been dating this woman, and we were really being in love.  I think her name is Nichole.<br />I knew Don would ask me again. He doesn&#039;t have a lot of good friends.  That&#039;s because he doesn&#039;t hang around in bars a lot, like I do.  That&#039;s where you make your really good friends, in bars.<br />Sure enough, Don called again.  He said the reason for the trip was that his divorce had become final, and he wanted to go someplace.  And he wanted me to go because he had a bunch of different feelings, and he wanted someone to share them with.<br />That was when I pretended something was wrong with the phone and hung up.  When Don called back I used my Chinese voice and said, "He no here!"]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2014 15:30:49 +0000</pubDate>
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			<title>OPG Brandon Eckenrode posted a Writing.</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her, she disintegrated. Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said, "Dust to dust," some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 20:12:31 +0000</pubDate>
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