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		<title>An Interview with Kris Slawinski</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Kris was one of the scenesters at La Mere, which was the first Chicago punk club. She used to go by the name of TigerLady. Q.) How did you get into punk rock? What were you into before? A.) I was never big into music, but I went from listening to Carol King and Joni [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two Poems By Matt Coppens</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Sun Rises I’ll never fully recover I’ll never really completely get her out of my system We spent years together raging against the reality of the world. We created our own world, a false and sometimes magnificent world that was all our own. But it all came crashing down when we came to the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Brothers and Sisters</title>
		<description><![CDATA[(The following is written by my friend&#8217;s 12 year old daughter for a school project on Black History Month) written by RebeccaB We ignore What we do see The violence, the hate The atrocities Ku Klux Klan They must have the right plan Look at their cross The way they act the boss Showing no [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://chicagopunkpix.com/CPP/?p=37</link>
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		<title>My Trick</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A poem by Matt Coppens I can look out, into nothing with my eyes squinted, hazy, dusty, smoky. Hold my eyes closed and see. I can see my mother walking beside my father&#8217;s blue 1967 Chevy convertible, refusing to get in as we coast slowly along, she at the roadside. I can feel the cold [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://chicagopunkpix.com/CPP/?p=25</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[A short story by Matt Coppens My father lay there on the hospital bed with a bandage covering the right side of his throat from the esophagus cancer surgery he&#8217;d just had. He lay there limp, weak, helpless. My pop, the man who served 5 years in the U.S. military between 1962 and 1967, the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Relentless (A Prayer for Strength)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[SS.EX song lyrics I&#8217;m addicited to hope. Everyday I shoot faith into my blood. I dream to believe, but my reality is less than I perceive. Days run short. The end comes closer. I&#8217;m nearing the final stage. Of this false I&#8217;m falling off into a bitter age. It&#8217;s a wound which will never heal. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Repetitive Nature of Ending: Workplace Rant</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A short story written by Rik Villanueva 29 and wasting time at work. . . Work was a retail retirement home of some 85 years. Immediately following the holidays comes the mediocre task of markdowns. You know, dropping prices to clearance. Pink on blue. Pink price stickers over the old blue ones. Drone work. Standing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://chicagopunkpix.com/CPP/?p=20</link>
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		<title>Innocence: A Short Story</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Written by Rik Villanueva I&#8217;m not scared of dying. . . anymore. I am the reason for so many things, so many changes, that I will live forever. I am already immortal. What happens after this doesn&#8217;t really matter anymore. Who I am, you already know. Television had my face flashing all over world. Children [...]]]></description>
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