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		<title>By: Weekly Wrap: This Is Not Actually Copping Out</title>
		<link>http://www.litpark.com/2008/02/20/oronte-churm-and-a-little-contest-between-litpark-and-mcsweeneys/#comment-12842</link>
		<dc:creator>Weekly Wrap: This Is Not Actually Copping Out</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2010 00:50:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] guest, Oronte Churm, otherwise known as John Griswold; to everyone who offered up prizes for The Little Truths Writing Contest: Inside Higher Ed, McSweeney’s, featherproof books, and Les Chauds Lapins; to Steve Davenport for [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] guest, Oronte Churm, otherwise known as John Griswold; to everyone who offered up prizes for The Little Truths Writing Contest: Inside Higher Ed, McSweeney’s, featherproof books, and Les Chauds Lapins; to Steve Davenport for [...]</p>
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		<title>By: troutbum70</title>
		<link>http://www.litpark.com/2008/02/20/oronte-churm-and-a-little-contest-between-litpark-and-mcsweeneys/#comment-8680</link>
		<dc:creator>troutbum70</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 18:21:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>thank you.....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>thank you&#8230;..</p>
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		<title>By: Daniel</title>
		<link>http://www.litpark.com/2008/02/20/oronte-churm-and-a-little-contest-between-litpark-and-mcsweeneys/#comment-8679</link>
		<dc:creator>Daniel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 00:58:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I forgot to add this to the last story entitled &quot;Denouement&quot; (Noam Chomsky, The Real News Network, November 19, 2007)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I forgot to add this to the last story entitled &#8220;Denouement&#8221; (Noam Chomsky, The Real News Network, November 19, 2007)</p>
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		<title>By: Daniel</title>
		<link>http://www.litpark.com/2008/02/20/oronte-churm-and-a-little-contest-between-litpark-and-mcsweeneys/#comment-8678</link>
		<dc:creator>Daniel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 21:32:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m late, I know!  I misread March as May on The Education of Oronte Churm site.  Fool! I know.   If there is room (or clemency), here are a few entries I&#039;ve been working on.

1.  Whiskey.

The young man swallowed with difficulty, watching his father’s face flush.
“Shaving,” he nasalized, removing his hands from his closed eyes.  “Your mother says you’re shaving.”
“Oh. Uh-huh,” the young man answered.
“Listen…” he paused, drank it off, and filled the Dixie Cup to its brim.
The clouds moved, shading the apartment.  “Got a girlfriend?” he asked.
“Uh-uh,” the young man answered.
“Try it. It’s bitter, though.”

2.  Exploration

Daniel and Danny laughed suddenly and had to surface for air. The high school pool was full of Saturday morning families and their kids. Juvina was wearing a polka dot bikini, smiling at her aficionados, Mexican almonds behind oversized sunglasses. At 14, she was more of a woman than her teachers, and knowing this, insisted that her “boys” take a deep breath and “this time, do something you pendejos!”

3.  Show and Tell

Eric Hawk opened his uncle’s Hustler and pointed, rubbing the page with his thumb.  “See!” he started. “Told you it was gross.” It was nausea and thrill at first sight.  Before I could peer into the eye of a manicured vagina—truly a clinical sight, almost alien, like a close-up of a deep-sea beast without a name—Eric had his pants around his ankles and, while masturbating, goaded me to follow suit.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” I asked.

4.  Denouement

“Weh!” The Penguin began.  “You’re wondering how I outsmarted Mr. Batman and purloined your capital, aren’t you?” The Penguin paused to adjust his monocle. “Let me give you a word of—” “Well, if I can make a comment about the stated question, the very fact that we&#039;re discussing them tells us a lot about the sort of intellectual culture and moral culture in the United States,” replied Noam Chomsky.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m late, I know!  I misread March as May on The Education of Oronte Churm site.  Fool! I know.   If there is room (or clemency), here are a few entries I&#8217;ve been working on.</p>
<p>1.  Whiskey.</p>
<p>The young man swallowed with difficulty, watching his father’s face flush.<br />
“Shaving,” he nasalized, removing his hands from his closed eyes.  “Your mother says you’re shaving.”<br />
“Oh. Uh-huh,” the young man answered.<br />
“Listen…” he paused, drank it off, and filled the Dixie Cup to its brim.<br />
The clouds moved, shading the apartment.  “Got a girlfriend?” he asked.<br />
“Uh-uh,” the young man answered.<br />
“Try it. It’s bitter, though.”</p>
<p>2.  Exploration</p>
<p>Daniel and Danny laughed suddenly and had to surface for air. The high school pool was full of Saturday morning families and their kids. Juvina was wearing a polka dot bikini, smiling at her aficionados, Mexican almonds behind oversized sunglasses. At 14, she was more of a woman than her teachers, and knowing this, insisted that her “boys” take a deep breath and “this time, do something you pendejos!”</p>
<p>3.  Show and Tell</p>
<p>Eric Hawk opened his uncle’s Hustler and pointed, rubbing the page with his thumb.  “See!” he started. “Told you it was gross.” It was nausea and thrill at first sight.  Before I could peer into the eye of a manicured vagina—truly a clinical sight, almost alien, like a close-up of a deep-sea beast without a name—Eric had his pants around his ankles and, while masturbating, goaded me to follow suit.<br />
“Doesn’t that hurt?” I asked.</p>
<p>4.  Denouement</p>
<p>“Weh!” The Penguin began.  “You’re wondering how I outsmarted Mr. Batman and purloined your capital, aren’t you?” The Penguin paused to adjust his monocle. “Let me give you a word of—” “Well, if I can make a comment about the stated question, the very fact that we&#8217;re discussing them tells us a lot about the sort of intellectual culture and moral culture in the United States,” replied Noam Chomsky.</p>
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		<title>By: Oronte_Churm</title>
		<link>http://www.litpark.com/2008/02/20/oronte-churm-and-a-little-contest-between-litpark-and-mcsweeneys/#comment-8677</link>
		<dc:creator>Oronte_Churm</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 08:37:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That&#039;s it, folks! Thanks to everyone who entered the contest. Check in later this week over at my superblog for announcement of the winners (InsideHigherEd.com/Churm).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s it, folks! Thanks to everyone who entered the contest. Check in later this week over at my superblog for announcement of the winners (InsideHigherEd.com/Churm).</p>
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		<title>By: Oronte_Churm</title>
		<link>http://www.litpark.com/2008/02/20/oronte-churm-and-a-little-contest-between-litpark-and-mcsweeneys/#comment-8676</link>
		<dc:creator>Oronte_Churm</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 00:37:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The contest will close in a little more than two hours in deference to our Pacific coast friends.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The contest will close in a little more than two hours in deference to our Pacific coast friends.</p>
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		<title>By: Patrick Hall</title>
		<link>http://www.litpark.com/2008/02/20/oronte-churm-and-a-little-contest-between-litpark-and-mcsweeneys/#comment-8675</link>
		<dc:creator>Patrick Hall</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 23:57:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;Balls!&quot;  I shouted angrily.  She just stood there, looking like a half eaten hamburger, one hand perched on an expanse of milky white thigh.  &quot;It&#039;s simple&quot; she said, in artificially sweetend tones.  &quot;No.  More.  Meat.&quot;  A pause and I coughed to cover the grumbling of my stomach.  &quot;Or I walk.&quot;  Her breasts rebelled against the confines of her t-shirt, teasing between Meat Is Murder.  I had her for lunch; she was hard to swallow.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Balls!&#8221;  I shouted angrily.  She just stood there, looking like a half eaten hamburger, one hand perched on an expanse of milky white thigh.  &#8220;It&#8217;s simple&#8221; she said, in artificially sweetend tones.  &#8220;No.  More.  Meat.&#8221;  A pause and I coughed to cover the grumbling of my stomach.  &#8220;Or I walk.&#8221;  Her breasts rebelled against the confines of her t-shirt, teasing between Meat Is Murder.  I had her for lunch; she was hard to swallow.</p>
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		<title>By: Patrick</title>
		<link>http://www.litpark.com/2008/02/20/oronte-churm-and-a-little-contest-between-litpark-and-mcsweeneys/#comment-8674</link>
		<dc:creator>Patrick</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 23:08:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was sitting with my feet against the vault, pressing my soles against twenty feet of cold steel and trying to imagine it was cool, green grass.  Three years since we&#039;d been sealed in and it was getting kind of hard to remember how different, how alive everything felt outside.  Rose bent down and rested her chin on my shoulder.  &quot;I can&#039;t wait to get out.&quot;  She said.  The lie came easily, &quot;Neither can I.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was sitting with my feet against the vault, pressing my soles against twenty feet of cold steel and trying to imagine it was cool, green grass.  Three years since we&#8217;d been sealed in and it was getting kind of hard to remember how different, how alive everything felt outside.  Rose bent down and rested her chin on my shoulder.  &#8220;I can&#8217;t wait to get out.&#8221;  She said.  The lie came easily, &#8220;Neither can I.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: lorrim</title>
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		<dc:creator>lorrim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 19:37:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nip/Tuck was on and my husband said, How can you watch that?  Hey, it’s real life, I said, meaning, of course, the hidden parts—the insecurities, betrayals.  The ways that time makes traitors of everyone and everything.  I shouldn’t have said it.  Who can stand knowing that you can love someone forever and they might leave you anyway?  That you can live for 50, 70, 90 years and still die?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nip/Tuck was on and my husband said, How can you watch that?  Hey, it’s real life, I said, meaning, of course, the hidden parts—the insecurities, betrayals.  The ways that time makes traitors of everyone and everything.  I shouldn’t have said it.  Who can stand knowing that you can love someone forever and they might leave you anyway?  That you can live for 50, 70, 90 years and still die?</p>
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		<title>By: lorrim</title>
		<link>http://www.litpark.com/2008/02/20/oronte-churm-and-a-little-contest-between-litpark-and-mcsweeneys/#comment-8672</link>
		<dc:creator>lorrim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 18:36:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That weekend up on Orcas Island, R. was off his meds and told my kids, aged 12 and 9, that “the only thing wrong with drugs are the narcs and collectors.”  Later, he stretched out over the end of the dock to pull up his makeshift crab pot.  I wondered if all it would take to put us out of his 30-year misery would be to watch him slip under the surface, and do nothing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That weekend up on Orcas Island, R. was off his meds and told my kids, aged 12 and 9, that “the only thing wrong with drugs are the narcs and collectors.”  Later, he stretched out over the end of the dock to pull up his makeshift crab pot.  I wondered if all it would take to put us out of his 30-year misery would be to watch him slip under the surface, and do nothing.</p>
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