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		<title>mindfulness</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[con la luce spenta e gli occhi bendati si doveva girare la stanza, allungare le mani per riconoscere gli altri con le dita oppure lasciarsi portare in giro da chi ancora era in grado di vedere e seguire le sue indicazioni per non inciampare; sdraiarsi sul pavimento e sentire prima la sensazione delle piastrelle contro [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=madamepsychosis.wordpress.com&blog=5173786&post=1094&subd=madamepsychosis&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>uno</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[il problema, in realtà, è due problemi, anche se si potrebbe formulare in entrambi i casi con le stesse parole &#8211; cambia la domanda ma cambia in modo sottile, così sottile che se non ci pensassi anche a me sembrerebbe di trovarmi di fronte a un solo problema quando in realtà ce ne sono due.
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		<title>the game of life is hard to play/i&#8217;m gonna lose it anyway</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 10:11:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[lei non mi aveva riconosciuta perché non ricordava niente. io credevo di sì e l&#8217;avevo salutata, ecco come avevamo iniziato a parlare. l&#8217;avevo salutata e lei aveva ricambiato il saluto, si era avvicinata e mi aveva detto, scusa ma non sono sicura di sapere chi sei. io avevo pensato, impossibile, eravamo qui insieme una settimana [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=madamepsychosis.wordpress.com&blog=5173786&post=1085&subd=madamepsychosis&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>bruises on the fruit</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 10:16:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[nel sogno ero kurt cobain e avevo circa sedici anni, i capelli impastati in testa e in faccia e un paio di mutande lunghe, il torso scavato come una mela masticata, gli spazi intercostali come i segni dei denti. una volta ho visto un documentario su una coppia di rumoristi. nel sogno era quasi il [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=madamepsychosis.wordpress.com&blog=5173786&post=1082&subd=madamepsychosis&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>nema fictione</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 09:26:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[contro le estetiche ipocrite che offuscano vista e umore, infilate a forza in bocca a provocare falsi vomiti graffiando gole, rendendo stridule voci liquide di metalli incandescenti &#8211; contro le illusioni ipomaniacali degli stati misti, contro i gioghi delle prime eiaculazioni cerebrali e le ball gag di fiche depilate a bassa definizione lascio che le [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=madamepsychosis.wordpress.com&blog=5173786&post=1072&subd=madamepsychosis&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 10:33:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[cosa vedi nelle macchie. ha la faccia così stretta che i capelli, nerissimi, sembrano andarle larghi come un cappello sformato. puoi prendere le tavole in mano, girarle. la targhetta appuntata sul petto, sul camice bianco, è sfocata. non ci sono risposte giuste o sbagliate. i capelli sembrano un casco. casca la terra, casco di banane. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=madamepsychosis.wordpress.com&blog=5173786&post=1069&subd=madamepsychosis&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>i miss the comfort in being sad</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 09:22:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[se cerchi di ricostruirmi trovi dei buchi. come se la mia velocità media fosse diversa dalla velocità media della maggior parte delle persone che conosci, nel senso: ci sono delle età e ci sono delle tappe, e se cerchi di ricostruirmi potresti pensare che alcune le ho saltate, altre le ho raggiunte di corsa, più [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=madamepsychosis.wordpress.com&blog=5173786&post=1032&subd=madamepsychosis&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>nothingman</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 10:25:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[cambia il fianco che ti porgo perché l&#8217;altro è illividito e mi fa male, cambio idea su quelle cose che pensavo che ho pensato proprio fino a quel momento in cui hai deciso che eri stanco di cambiare e sei tornato la persona che proietta solo l&#8217;ombra di se stesso che nel caso di un [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=madamepsychosis.wordpress.com&blog=5173786&post=1029&subd=madamepsychosis&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>but everybody&#8217;s scared of this place</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 12:34:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[il bambino bianco si era salvato per miracolo dalle ustioni sulla copertina della rivista che mia nonna leggeva in ospedale mentre moriva, il viso e il corpo del bambino bianco come spalmati di uno strato sottile di crema nivea e sarebbe successo anche a me, avessi aperto svitando il barattolo blu affondando le dita nell&#8217;idratante [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=madamepsychosis.wordpress.com&blog=5173786&post=1024&subd=madamepsychosis&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>la misura delle cose</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 10:41:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[la prima cosa che noto è il modo in cui si è rattrappita e di conseguenza il fatto che ha pochissime parole da usare, sempre le stesse per chiamare cose e persone diverse.
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