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	<title>&nbsp;&nbsp;kyle and krystal&nbsp;&nbsp;</title>
	<link>http://kyle.pflug.com</link>
	<description>I'm getting married!</description>
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		<title>this place will be purged</title>
		<description>I'm going to be removing and maybe eventually renovating what you see here. In the interim, please proceed to:

http://kyleandkrystal.pflug.com </description>
		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2008/07/09/this-place-will-be-purged/</link>
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		<title>engaged</title>
		<description>From Engagement </description>
		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2008/02/22/engaged/</link>
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		<title>Myth of the Fall</title>
		<description>where bodies meet, and toast
(oh! to the orgiastic splendor of twos!)
you folded a napkin in half
neatly, like your underwear
and scribbled down the crease
(a mythology of unions!)
it's thumbtacked to the wall
a memoir to an end of worlds
like when we used to fall
wrapped in blankets,
to the floor and lie.
(on and to each ...</description>
		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2007/06/16/myth-of-the-fall/</link>
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		<title>The Day I Spooned My Own Eyeballs Out (and what a mess!)</title>
		<description>Observe the man in its natural habitat

observe how closely the end of the academic year resembles the end of the world

observe a smiling emo armageddon,

and join him in laughter and autopastiche.

And to his miscreant neighbors and compatriots:
a phallic salute and nasty words. We're done here.

[springtime and ends
like pilots and bends--
up ...</description>
		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2007/05/14/the-day-i-spooned-my-own-eyeballs-out-and-what-a-mess/</link>
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		<title>Mimetic Incoherence in The Waste Land</title>
		<description>                                Mimetic Incoherence in The Waste Land             ...</description>
		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2007/05/09/187/</link>
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		<title>guest poet</title>
		<description>n
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-- e.e. cummings </description>
		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2007/04/27/guest-poet/</link>
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		<title>Oh, but I have! she says</title>
		<description>Phrases, like:
you don't really believe that.

we pass fake smiles like cannabis
all around the circle
all around the circle
round and round the circle

if you could taste the brief sublime of the false freely given!
to know that,
to know you,
to know everything.

make it a dream like you have made love
make it a goal like ...</description>
		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2007/04/26/oh-but-i-have-she-says/</link>
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		<title>Minutiae</title>
		<description>Exit Strategy

First I'll stop kissing you
and then I'll start holding you.
And you might cry,
to think of things gone.

Pulling Out

First I'll stop kissing you,
and then I'll start holding you.
And you might cry out,
thinking of things gone.

Birth Control

First I'll stop kissing you
and then I'll start holding you.
And you might cry,
thinking of things ...</description>
		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2007/04/19/minutiae/</link>
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		<title>Stasis</title>
		<description>A Manifesto Which Says STOP THINKING
- or -
It's Apparently That Time of the Month for Kyle Pflug  

Two thoughts.

One: This game has too many rules.
Two: That's because it's not an effing game.

Sociology, communication studies, even theology and philosophy have obsessively constrained relationships and basic methods of human interaction into boxes. Here ...</description>
		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2007/04/18/stasis/</link>
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		<title>Eleutherios</title>
		<description>Bacchus won't fall in love with me
he tied my hands to the cherry tree
and made sport with the rest of me
but Bacchus won't fall in love with me.

he has cigarette breath and cigarette eyes
and a cigarette tongue and cigarette wiles
and like silk and smoke he has cigarette smiles
but Bacchus can't ...</description>
		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2007/04/16/eleutherios/</link>
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		<title>terminus</title>
		<description>a boarding pass you clutch like cocaine
aphids riding drops of rain

dry reservoirs for fountain pens
ends, ends, ends, ends. </description>
		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2007/03/30/terminus/</link>
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		<title>haiku of tectonics</title>
		<description>some nights I taste you
and we shape unsymmetries on your bed
lovers nestled like continents </description>
		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2007/03/22/haiku-of-tectonics/</link>
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		<title>sequence</title>
		<description>So, I was looking at old pictures and thought the progression was pretty funny.

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		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2007/03/19/sequence/</link>
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		<title>every plan is a tiny prayer</title>
		<description>I think it’s important to be very deliberate in living, and to make sure that money doesn’t become something we do for its own sake, but rather a means to a deliberate end – namely, freeing our lives to be more about social realities and less about material substitutes. This ...</description>
		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2007/03/06/every-plan-is-a-tiny-prayer-to-father-time/</link>
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		<title>CURSE with expletive of whirlwind</title>
		<description>How can you not look at this and smile?



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		<link>http://kyle.pflug.com/2007/02/26/curse-with-expletive-of-whirlwind/</link>
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