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        <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 01:18:39 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>El Dia De Los Muertos:</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 14:32:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Onda Gallery: Day Of The Dead show<br /><br />Time: 6:00PM Thursday, October 29th<br />Location: 2215 NE Alberta Street Portland, OR 97211<br /><br />Come say hi!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I wasn't born with enough middle fingers:</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 18:24:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ l. No time, no time, no time.<br /><br />ll. Ex boyfriends make me want to strangle myself with my own innards. If said idea does not work, I'm running up to the next lion I see and making him eat me.<br /><br />lll. Who knew pigeons could be so explosive? Fine, more rice for me.<br /><br />lV. Tick tock, tick tock, this insatiable lust for success at everything I do is beginning to stretch my soul (or what's left of it) thin. It is now the consistency of porridge.<br />          a. So is my brain<br />          b. So is my sanity<br />          c. So is my purpose in life<br /><br />V. Taking into account that I'm running out of time to lead a stable and normal life, I drink and continue feeding pigeons rice (Is this normal?).<br /><br />Vl. HAHA! Oh man, that Keanu Reeves.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~CapnRena</author>
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                <title>_ ____ ___ ________ .</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 20:36:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 13+12=6-15-18-5-22-5-18<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>An obligatory post about stress:</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 23:55:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There is way too much going on right now in my life. I'm assuming this should be normal, but generally I feel like the bad is outweighing the good. On top of that, it's getting hard to keep doubt and pessimism in check.<br /><br />I haven't had the chance to do anything new, I'm in a devastating phase of non-creative pit dwelling of doomness. <br /><br />Too much work,<br />too much relationship stress/worrying,<br />too much zero accountability from other people.<br /><br />I need a B-R-E-A-K.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>ONWARD!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 14:52:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a bad bad habit of not finishing things I start.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Checking myself before I in fact wreck myself:</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 23:27:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Captains log...<br /><br />Sunday...July 12, 2009...<br /><br />It has come to my attention that insanity is in fact impermanent and extremely debilitating. I no longer have motor functions and hand-eye coordination abilities (e.g. Pouring milk into my glass). Due to the nature and the extreme reactive happenings of this sudden bout of insanity, I have not had time to submit new items of pure and near apocalyptic awesomeness. PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE WORLD.<br /><br /><br />- CapnRena<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Oh GOD...what IS that?!/!/?1/!?</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 18:53:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In cahoots with shop owners Kacey and Paul. (Their new coffee shop Southeastgrind is replacing the beloved Fireside on Powell.)  They're going to be having an art gallery done for opening night and wanted my work to be displayed then, and forever (unless it's bought) on their walls. <br /><br />Boom shaka laka.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Deep in the crevasses of homosapien mind lies</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 00:23:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ SLOTH.<br /><br />Too...lazy...<br /><br /><br />Can't...digitally scan...pieces...<br /><br />Must type...more...to...show visitors/watchers...that I am...contradicting myself by making a...blog...up..date...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~CapnRena</author>
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                <title>Rena's Mid-life Crisis:</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 15:24:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, times have come and gone. If only they didn't move a little quicker and get the apocalypse over with already. <br />I've come to the conclusion that I'm aimless, doomed to walk the planet looking for some kind of answer; that to this day I still have no fuckin idea what the question was to begin with..<br />Thinking I've already accomplished meeting my biological father and having all my loose ends tied and this massive in descrepency situation would disappear, I've come to it and apparently that's not enough. Something is still plaguing me. Dammit...<br />I can't complain about my life being filled with pain from my life, excruciating and debilitating sorrow. My life is filled with in-direct pain and in-direct debilitating sorrow. It's never a certain problem, but tiny little ones that are thrown at me everyday that I never have an answer to.<br />Massive repercussions later on in life include but are not limited to:<br />1. Being addicted to crack.<br />2. The final string of my sanity being cut by the cold unforgiving uncertainty that has plowed into my brainwaves since I was ten. This would in fact occur when I'm:<br />- 42-Years-Old,<br />- In aisle 12 at the groccery store,<br />- 3:32 P.M.,<br />I will be searching for a can of green beans for my family, fourteen paces from the registers and self-checkout lanes. My last cogent statement in life being:<br />"Two for four bucks, HELL YEAH!"<br />(From this point on it get's a little fuzzy, insanity and all.It's just all: SHAABAAM!)<br />I so look forward to life.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~CapnRena</author>
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                <title>Your what hurts?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 13:25:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ In a generation pushed into the lines of fire, bullets symbolizing terrorism and materialism. STARK RAVING MAD about what you're wearing, how you look, or who gave Miley Cyrus herpes now.<br /><br />Where did this seemingly harmless attitude come from? THAT DAMN CONSTANT STUGGLE FOR THE UPPER HAND! Now look what you've gone and made me do America, you made my blood pressure rise.<br /><br />I loathe my braying heart. Beats pulsing, blood flowing into repetitive rythms and constant reminders of "I am, I am, I am."<br /><br />NO more <br />"I am, I am, I am."<br />Moreso <br />"I'm fake, I'm fake, I'm fake."<br /><br />That and I suck at drawing, hi.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Artists Block</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 18:51:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My artists block is cured via many reasons. I have been EXTREMELY busy with different galleries, time to get my appendages in the damn door.<br /><br />OOH Terminator is on.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~CapnRena</author>
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                <title>Why...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 17:55:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Why am I tormented with such awful skill.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I have artists block</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 02:34:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ End of story.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~CapnRena</author>
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                <title>Coming out from battle unscathed</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 10:55:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It has come to my attention that not only are the monsters under my bed abusing their Wheat-Thin privelages but they are playing their disruptive music at wee hours of the morning.<br /><br />NOT ACCEPTABLE.<br />I've had it, I'm taking away their MTV.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~CapnRena</author>
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                <title>May your journey's be profitable</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 18:11:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The monsters under my bed (My usual frames of references and or muse's for my art,) have vacay-ed to Lake Havasu and I am no longer in  shortage of Saltines because of them constantly eating them in impressive amounts.<br /><br />I could have fed the homeless children,<br />I could have fed them...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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