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	<title>Post Pop Pulp Magazine</title>
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	<description>Speculative Fiction Pulp Mag</description>
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		<title>We can see two minutes into the future&#8230; and the plot dies!</title>
		<description>In which a beautiful short story is massacred by the Blackshirt Psychic Scripthacks

In honor of the time-honoured, continuing rampant destruction of the short stories of philip k dick into monetizable formats, we supply here in this issue merely old trite texts, cut up and butchered. And furthermore, we review them! ...</description>
		<link>http://www.postpoppulp.org/magazine/editorial/51/the-plot-dies</link>
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		<title>When the Man Schemes</title>
		<description>Jeff Peters has been engaged in as many schemes for making money as there are recipes for cooking rice in Charleston, S.C. Best of all I like to hear him tell of his earlier days when he sold liniments and cough cures on street corners, living hand to mouth, heart ...</description>
		<link>http://www.postpoppulp.org/magazine/genre/science-fiction/549/when-the-man-schemes</link>
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		<title>The Golden Graft</title>
		<description>It was almost the same with James Magedevitch Tiptree. He worked from morning till night, was always in a hurry, was irritable, and flew into rages, but all of this was in a sort of spellbound dream. It seemed as though there were two men in him: one was the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.postpoppulp.org/magazine/author/philip-stephen/548/the-golden-graft</link>
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		<title>Tales from Inside the Boerarrium, Science Fiction Vol. I</title>
		<description>A.K. OtternessTales from Inside the Boerarrium, Science Fiction Vol. I >>> More Information Publisher: Maerska PublishingYear Published: 2007Bibliography Information and notes: "Kerrazy. Plantaddict? a planet with hyper-intelligent weeds that follows a ship? soap operas, the last hope of humanity? fascists who live in the fog? kewl. kinda rudy rucker, kinda ...</description>
		<link>http://www.postpoppulp.org/magazine/book/545/tales-from-inside-the-boerarrium-science-fiction-vol-i</link>
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		<title>The Solid Confessor: Science Fiction Classics</title>
		<description>EckonesbitThe Solid Confessor: Science Fiction Classics >>> More Information Publisher: Maerska PublishingYear Published: 2007Bibliography Information and notes: "Apocalyptic william s. burroughs type of dystopic science fiction dementia. disturbingly illustrated. took us awhile to read, but worth it. reprint of some cult literature book from the late 80's." </description>
		<link>http://www.postpoppulp.org/magazine/book/546/the-solid-confessor-science-fiction-classics</link>
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		<title>Songs of the Purple Fungus</title>
		<description>Ache OutreSongs of the Purple Fungus >>> More Information Publisher: Maerska PublishingYear Published: 2007Bibliography Information and notes: "Demented and disturbing poetry about america by ache outre, some canadian poet. we especially like the apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic stuff, and the whole machine technocracy doom aspects. why cant there be a poem ...</description>
		<link>http://www.postpoppulp.org/magazine/book/544/songs-of-the-purple-fungus</link>
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		<title>Bitten by the Golden Bant</title>
		<description>Love in discovered in Yalta

IT was said that a new person had appeared on the sea-front: a lady
with a little dog. Andy Gurov, who had by then been a
fortnight at Yalta, and so was fairly at home there, had begun to
take an interest in new arrivals. Sitting in Verney's pavilion, ...</description>
		<link>http://www.postpoppulp.org/magazine/author/brooke-m-shields/108/bitten-by-the-golden-bant</link>
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		<title>Transmissions from Chumley</title>
		<description>entry 53-t

Chumley sat munching on a kwakitl, savoring its earthly flavors. It was a rare delicacy on borbscht. unfortunatly, though, it wasnt quite rare enough. chumley moaned inwardly, conjuring visions of  bovine terraform puddings and sweets. kwakitl was the best available on borbscht, but it was decidely lacking. it ...</description>
		<link>http://www.postpoppulp.org/magazine/author/ss-mavichnik/99/transmissions-from-chumley</link>
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		<title>Private Me-Mont</title>
		<description>its primed for the movie and ready to shoot!Private

Me-Mont>
(excerpted from
Chapter II)

by: Edward and
Mariana

Calhoun

The floating bag, rising amongst

the
towers of the golden city. The tall skyscrapers shone a myriad of
reflections

in the sunlight. From his parents penthouse young Timmy
watched the bag rising up. The

creature loomed over young Jenkins.
Its brain, he noticed, in the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.postpoppulp.org/magazine/author/ed-and-marianna-calhoun/93/private-me-mont</link>
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		<title>The Minority Resort</title>
		<description>not the minority report, its the minority resort!Deckard wanted to dream of sheep, but the electric shocks had turned him
to an android. He obyed commands, the commands of the Eye in the SKy.
They commanded him daily to run through the maze. He sensed, despite the
fuzzy feelings, that if he ever ...</description>
		<link>http://www.postpoppulp.org/magazine/author/k-dick-gibson/89/the-minority-resort</link>
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