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		<title>Et Tu, Grandpa</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 21:41:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We didn’t know what to think when Grandpa came home last night with a mohawk. Though it’s hardly a mohawk, considering Grandpa’s male-pattern baldness, he obviously believes that it is and behaves accordingly. Under Mom’s advice I pretended not to notice for the first few days, but that only frustrated Grandpa. He’s taken to nurturing [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=elihopkins.net&blog=7001729&post=101&subd=elihopkins&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Sound Of Being The Only Person Awake</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 23:17:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was Christmas Eve and everyone had already gone to bed, not because it was late but because it had been dark for hours and everyone had run out of things to say to each other. James sat on the bed in his parents’ guestroom holding a phone in his hand, trying to decide whether [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=elihopkins.net&blog=7001729&post=107&subd=elihopkins&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Love Crimes of Rasta P.I. Fedora, P.I.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 22:21:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[(a stream-of-consciousness exploration of love crimes in the demon world)
-Episode 2-
Rasta leaned too far in his swayback and nearly lost his ass to the furnace. The place was unnecessarily hot by his own choice, and he rarely explained himself.
His four-tone hat was hanging by a loop on his desk, right next to his shotgun. Some [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=elihopkins.net&blog=7001729&post=95&subd=elihopkins&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Love Crimes of Rasta P.I. Fedora, P.I.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 02:10:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eli Hopkins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[(a stream-of-consciousness exploration of love crimes in the demon world)
-Episode 1-
Eager to get home and shower the blood off, Rasta chugged a beer and tried to remove his underwear up over his shoulders. His hair was tangled up in that girl’s face he met at the Subway, and his sandwich was somewhere in her bra.
Suddenly [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=elihopkins.net&blog=7001729&post=89&subd=elihopkins&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Very, Very Short Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 17:50:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“I love you”, he said as his bus idled in the wan November morning, choking exhaust into the air that was already too full of breath, choked and poisonous.
“I love you,” she said, finally, her lips pursed into a design.
The courage inspired by that falsity pursued him all the way to the front, where he [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=elihopkins.net&blog=7001729&post=86&subd=elihopkins&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Burden, Furthermoore</title>
		<link>http://elihopkins.net/2009/03/22/the-burden-furthermoore/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 21:41:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I awoke with the usual affliction; not to say that there was but one, but this one in particular I knew from experience could only be remedied by a physical expression of the affliction’s desire, which is to say I awoke one fall morning feeling favorably disposed to some good-natured pranking. It was early, as [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=elihopkins.net&blog=7001729&post=37&subd=elihopkins&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Don&#8217;t Call Me A Monster</title>
		<link>http://elihopkins.net/2009/03/22/dont-call-me-a-monster/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 21:36:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eli Hopkins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes the smooth whisper of a jazz melody will drift through my open window as I sit at my desk smoking countless Robusta cigars. When the sound of the saxophone reaches my ears I’ll lean back in my human-skin throne and chug a Zima, one absurdly muscular arm folded behind my head: fresh and invigorating, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=elihopkins.net&blog=7001729&post=34&subd=elihopkins&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Silence In The Void</title>
		<link>http://elihopkins.net/2009/03/22/the-silence-in-the-void/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 21:33:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When people see Deborah they stop to talk to her, such are the perks, and curses, of being a chili-wife—or chili-widow, as they sometimes refer to themselves in moments of grim jocularity. They are the wives of Schilling’s Chili™ executives. Deborah herself is top widow, the ne plus ultra of chili-wives. It wasn’t always so; [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=elihopkins.net&blog=7001729&post=31&subd=elihopkins&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>War Room</title>
		<link>http://elihopkins.net/2009/03/22/war-room/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 21:23:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Meeting Log: 5/6/7
3:00 p.m. – 3:15 p.m.
NSS-CSL IIV
Director D. F. Marshall
“The fact of the matter is just that.”
“A fact, Sir?”
“Yes, a fact. As in indisputable.”
“Is anyone trying to dispute it?”
“Well, no. Not yet anyway. As far as I know.”
“As far as we know.”
“Yes, of course. I’m not trying to cut anybody out here. We’re all [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=elihopkins.net&blog=7001729&post=28&subd=elihopkins&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Father Considers His Son For A Position In The Family</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 21:22:13 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Monologue]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Let me start by saying that your resume reads marvelously. The passion in your prose strikes me to the heart. For example, when you say that your career-objective is to “find a home within a family of a healthy and productive atmosphere”, I can scarcely find the words to describe the feelings. How you must [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=elihopkins.net&blog=7001729&post=25&subd=elihopkins&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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