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		<title>Beauty</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Her smell was sweet. Her lips were soft and cold and blue. I kissed them hundreds of times before the decay began and a thousand more times afterwards. Her body laid in bed next to mine so that I could hold her at night. She was some girl who needed a ride to a town [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=funeraldancer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1248859&amp;post=16&amp;subd=funeraldancer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Ashes &amp; Dead Roses</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thoughts of her filled Daniel&#8217;s mind as he walked along the asphalt road. He had never met her, yet she filled his mind, haunted his dreams, stalked his nightmares. He knew her&#8211;knew almost everything about her. Even as he walked now, he could smell her&#8211;feel her touch&#8211;almost as clearly as it had been in his [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=funeraldancer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1248859&amp;post=15&amp;subd=funeraldancer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Backroom</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[bought my apartment from a dead woman. I don�t tell everyone that but I think it�s okay to say that now, you know, after the fact. Besides, I didn�t exactly but it, I rented it and the woman who lived in it before me�it�s true�is dead. Yes, she did die in this apartment, but that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=funeraldancer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1248859&amp;post=21&amp;subd=funeraldancer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Eve of Our Misfortune</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 22:07:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Women, the corrupter of men. It is she who always plants the seed of rebellion deep within the mind of the man she sets her sights upon. They tempt, they lies of love, they spoil. Women ruin the men and torment him with his sins&#8211;the very sins she birthed! In the beginning, one woman destroyed [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=funeraldancer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1248859&amp;post=20&amp;subd=funeraldancer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Agrypnia</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 03:57:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I can&#8217;t sleep. When I can&#8217;t sleep nothing seems to be on TV. I smoke plenty of cigarettes, too. My body is tired. I can feel it but it seems as if the night is keeping me awake, speaking to me in harsh whispers that only my brain can hear. My heart quickens in its [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=funeraldancer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1248859&amp;post=14&amp;subd=funeraldancer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Shallow Breaths are best when Downtown</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 03:49:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Downtown is Hell. You think that I might be referring to the traffic or the amount of rude people, but I&#8217;m not. I am talking about people in a way, but not the sort that you care to run into everyday. The streets are filled with vagrants of all kinds; the insane homeless, crack addicts, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=funeraldancer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1248859&amp;post=19&amp;subd=funeraldancer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Little Girl</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 03:48:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[(Author&#8217;s Note: Extreme caution is advised while reading this story. The subject matter is one of the most horrific that I&#8217;ve allowed myself to think of. Please, do read on before getting angered.) Brian looked at the dashboard clock, irritated that only three minutes had passed since he had last checked it. He groaned a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=funeraldancer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1248859&amp;post=18&amp;subd=funeraldancer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Abulia</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 03:41:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The television screen was a bright blue. Static soon turned it into an abstract mixture of white and black as the tape began to play. On screen, a man’s face appeared. He was small, thinly framed, his face a sickly, pasty white color, hair dark and falling haggardly down to his shoulders. His eyes were [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=funeraldancer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1248859&amp;post=13&amp;subd=funeraldancer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Little Gabriella</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Dec 2006 03:46:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[(This is actually a story that I wrote to my son.) Little Gabriella never listened to her mother. It was only her and her mother since her father left for the war. The two of them lived in a lonely little cabin together in the middle of the woods. Gabriella�s mother loved her little girl [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=funeraldancer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1248859&amp;post=17&amp;subd=funeraldancer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Grand Opening!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Apr 2006 06:14:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yes, today marks the beginning of a new chapter for me. FuneralDancer.com is now open and as dark as it wants to be! What else is happening?: New Print available of &#8220;Crucible&#8221; over at DeviantArt.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=funeraldancer.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1248859&amp;post=12&amp;subd=funeraldancer&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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