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	<title>Comments on: Slashed!!</title>
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		<title>By: Laimuro</title>
		<link>http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/7/#comment-1155</link>
		<author>Laimuro</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2007 13:18:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Of all the places to die... This young woman has been cut down in a bathroom, her blood staining the toilet and spilling onto the floor. Had she died immediately? Did she linger? Irony hits us first as the very last thing she sees is the crimson walls, crimson as her blood which slips unhindered from her mouth.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Of all the places to die&#8230; This young woman has been cut down in a bathroom, her blood staining the toilet and spilling onto the floor. Had she died immediately? Did she linger? Irony hits us first as the very last thing she sees is the crimson walls, crimson as her blood which slips unhindered from her mouth.</p>
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		<title>By: S. Kartsonis</title>
		<link>http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/7/#comment-24</link>
		<author>S. Kartsonis</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 19:21:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A fallen someone, tonal riddle, the blood  as fuchsia as the paint on the walls the death breathing a vivid irony. This schoolgirl who isn't. These walls intense. A bathroom as busy as the murder grins in a grid of textures and falls to us to guess.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A fallen someone, tonal riddle, the blood  as fuchsia as the paint on the walls the death breathing a vivid irony. This schoolgirl who isn&#8217;t. These walls intense. A bathroom as busy as the murder grins in a grid of textures and falls to us to guess.</p>
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