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		<title>the awkward novelty of glistening blistenings</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8230;and from her lips she drew you hallelujahIt&#8217;s just time. It&#8217;s time for honesty. I have to.Things have been pestering away at me for a while now. Things have just been in my head. I feel like a dick. I feel like a asshole, but you know, I think it is something that I need [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8230;the right stuff</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 20:02:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tired.It seems that is all I&#8217;ve been saying or even feeling lately Tired.I&#8217;m tired all the time. No energy. Lethargic. Just lazy molasses of just moving nowhere; getting nowhere fast.But it is me and it is something that will change, eventually. Whether it is something voluntarily or something that is more forced, eventually I&#8217;ll get [...]]]></description>
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		<title>laying things to rest</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 20:34:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I sat down, settled in. Laptop, booted up. Client, blank and ready to go. Time to put my little fingers through the dexterity test; putting whatever thoughts that I may have in my mind down on the proverbial page.But something stopped me. Someone stopped me. I saw her earlier, Renee, as I later learned her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8230;soft tappings of a bygone era</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 04:49:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Here it is. Here I go again on my own. It is that time of the year again. That time of year where I reflect back on where I&#8217;ve been and what I&#8217;ve gone through this year. Reflecting on the things that I&#8217;ve found within myself, things that I&#8217;ve grown into, and just things about [...]]]></description>
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		<title>live your life</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 20:17:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[2011.Vacation time. Off of the daily grind. Off on my own, to my own devices. Off.I&#8217;m here, sitting again, spending the past half-an-hour wasting time, procrastinating from the usual finger tappings clearing my reader queue.Here I am, starting, beginning, as I begin to think about the week ahead, deciding, planning, plotting on what it is [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A list</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 16:47:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I know I usually don&#8217;t do this on here since this is a place for my thoughts and my thoughts alone, but I came across this little list today while surfing my Facebook page.http://www.marcandangel.com/2011/12/11/30-things-to-stop-doing-to-yourself/It may not seem so, but I&#8217;m actually kind of very much into self-help, but for the sake of actually helping oneself. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Follow Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 20:16:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It happened like it always did in the movies. I&#8217;m minding my own business, waiting for something or someone and I turn and see you, off in the distance. A smile creeps onto my face as recognition hits. It&#8217;s you. My focus, on you. My everything, on you. As you got closer, all I see [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I want it that way&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 19:55:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tell me why?Why?Why what?I have no idea what I&#8217;m writing right now as I try to get into the habit of putting letters into words, typing out sentences and trying to focus on something that would make something. I&#8217;m having trouble trying to focus as my mind is just empty of anything pertinent, of anything [...]]]></description>
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		<title>a change in the night</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 18:34:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My last day here. Getting ready to go. Avoiding the mob of the Black Friday Shoppers like they are lepers. I&#8217;m sitting here, alone again in this lil&#8217; coffee shop doing my little diddle.It seems that I have gain a few fans during my short time here, having them see me most every day here [...]]]></description>
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		<title>where it began</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 18:48:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sweet sweetness of Caroline.Where is my Caroline? Donde?I just want to find her so I can just sing my sweet sing songs to her.Touching me. Touching you.Oh, Sweet CarolineWhere are our good times that never seem so good? * * *It&#8217;s another late start for me today. Way late. I&#8217;ve been way played in my [...]]]></description>
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