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	<title>Hiromi Cota</title>
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		<title>The bad/awesome-crap continuum</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As I write this, I’m listening to Mischa Willett reading Alfred Lord Tennyson’s “Ulysses”. The juxtaposition of my subject matter and my former professor’s seems appropriate. I’m being coy about what I’m speaking of, of course. I know what I’m talking about, but you don’t. Not yet. Then again, there’s the possibility that I don’t [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A response to &#8220;What would happen if Superman was wearing contacts and used his heat vision?&#8221;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He projects beams of pure heat energy (with neato reddish orangish tint) from his eyes; they&#8217;d simply slag whatever&#8217;s in the path. Thin plastic would vaporize, not melt. And then he&#8217;d have to get new ones, which he&#8217;d struggle to afford on a reporter&#8217;s salary. 
The increased financial stress would put more strain on his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Better a Coward Than a Fool</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Wake up, Safat!”
A reddish, slender goblin barely old enough to grow warts sniffed and began crawling upright. His body ached from being crammed in between earthenware goods in a pony-drawn wagon. At least I don’t have to walk. The tall goblin finally managed to pry his eyelids open.
The sky was missing. Or at least most [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hiromicota.com/?p=49</link>
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		<title>Spiking Cyclopean Highway</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m officially spiking Cyclopean Highway. I really liked the idea I had behind it; mixing pulp fiction, penny dreadfuls, Lovecraftian horror and biker fiction was a lot of fun. But, holy crap, getting inside Vinnie&#8217;s head was just disturbing for me. I mean, it makes sense for the character to become despondent and suicidal towards [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hiromicota.com/?p=47</link>
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		<title>Lonely coal</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Once part of an ardent fire,
Now I glow in darkness.
Still warm.
Still bright.
Send flames coursing through me;
Give me your breath.
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		<title>I poured myself out.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I poured myself out.For long stretching days,I poured myself out.What I could give, I bled.Everything I had, I gave.When I finally stopped pouring,I was fuller than before.I&#8217;m glad I&#8217;m not empty, But, I want to pour for someone again.
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		<title>The man of thirty faces.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Oh, I&#8217;ll kill him for ye. Eh&#8217;s justa matter a&#8217; how dead ye want &#8216;im.&#8221;&#8220;I want him as dead as you can make him.&#8221;&#8220;Can ye puta number behin&#8217; that?&#8221;
The richly attired man, looked around nervously around the nearly empty bar for the fifth time in as many minutes before answering.&#8220;I want him 100 gold dragons [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hiromicota.com/?p=44</link>
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		<title>Cyclopean Highway &#8211; Chapter 6</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Vinnie got a bullet loaded into his snub nose and closed the cylinder. This is it. Now, I can escape! The demon inside him writhed angrily. It lashed his mind with feelings of cowardice. Every authority figure in his life flooded his sight, completely obscuring the real world. His father and his mother cast stern [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hiromicota.com/?p=34</link>
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		<title>Cyclopean Highway &#8211; Chapter 5</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The dirty gang of bikers was tired from the hour of hiking through the woods, but felt refreshed when they were finally able to stop. They knelt on the edge of the woods surrounding the massive temple. While it bore a passing resemblance to conventional Christian churches in America, no one who got as close [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://hiromicota.com/?p=33</link>
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		<title>Cyclopean Highway &#8211; Chapter 4</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Well, shit. I guess it&#8217;s my turn, isn&#8217;t it?&#8221; August groaned and motioned for another beer from Abdul.
&#8220;Not until story time, Gus.&#8221;
&#8220;Ah, it&#8217;s a fuckin&#8217; conspiracy! You bastards got Abdi to cut me off! Fine, you want to hear about it? Let&#8217;s take a stroll down memory lane
&#8220;I was a little kid coming home from [...]]]></description>
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