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                <title>A Chthonic Masterpiece</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 23:50:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ An old man sits back, leaning against the cracked wall. The concrete reflects him more than anyone could realize; it was hard, it was ruining, it was unforgiving. He blinks slowly at the blinding sunrise. His face was gaunt, wrinkled, and embittered with knowledge. <br /><br />He was sitting, waiting for his fate.<br /><br />The time had come for his destiny to catch up with him - far too long he had let it lie patiently for him, its tendrils following his heels in the shadow of the long afternoon.<br /><br />The time had come, and he was not scared.<br /><br />He was ready.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>Run With Me...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 21:05:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ DonÂt you want to feel my bones?<br /><br />Supposedly in check, the Happy Prince reels in his weary faÃ§ade, seeking a blissful moment away from the reality of his mundane existence. He persists, as he always will, not for the virtues of the perseverance but for the culmination of his efforts. He cares not for these actions themselves; he knows one day he will fly and leave the scattered remains of this torturous routine far behind him. He will go to a place where he will be whole again, where he will thrive in a world not covered in the ash and dust of the dead but that basks in the peaceful kiss of sublimity, and he will turn into light.<br /><br />He remembers this every time he looks into those inescapable eyesÂ<br /><br />Against your bonesÂ<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>I Am The Magnificent Seventh...</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 19:27:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just pulled an eyelash off my eyeball...<br /><br />I wish I had picked up my paycheck today... Just so that I knew exactly how much money I'd be spending at ComiCon. AH. IT'S HAPPENING.<br /><br />Now... To ensure my Half-Blood Princeness... Oh you pretty things!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>My Brute!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 14:06:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://snape-plissken.mybrute.com">[link]</a><br /><br />If ever you wished to be entertained as the Romans, this is for you! It's actually pretty cute...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>Pretentious Princes and Their Philosophical Plots</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 03:44:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My arrogance is only as shallow as the rest of me, and yet the enchantment of diagnosing and delineating reality and its philosophy to such an inane megalomaniac as I is absolutely irresistible. I notice I am called upon only when my services are needed and the skills of more desirable persons are notoriously inept in comparison with my lengthy perfect record. I understand the deliciously awkward experience it is to cooperate with me and my rather eccentric methods and expansive range of simply dealing; I understand that it is for my usefulness that I must be called upon for. No one wants an undertaker, but there will always be need for one. <br /><br />And so, I hope that my presence was reassuring. I give you this; a song to say good-bye. May angels bring you in. <br /><br />Once this grief has left you and you have finished mourning that which is now better off we shall finally separate; I would very much like us to sever this simple truce and to be back on my way- set on a path fraught only with the many pursuits of philosophical romances of ornate perfection.<br /><br /> <br />And now, to a warm placeÂ<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>A BLACK CELEBRATION</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 10:27:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I find it is high time for my beastliness to come forth and take charge of my mind.<br /><br />I'm so angry, I'm going to... ... I'm...<br /><br />I'M GOING TO EAT ORANGE CHICKEN. <br /><br />I SWEAR ABOUT THE AUDACITY OF SOME PEOPLE.<br /><br />At any rate, I at least am constantly proving myself correct- as if I actually honestly expect to be infinitely right. Ha-ha! Well, from now on I'll expect as much from myself. Perhaps I can become even more sardonic at such times.<br /><br />FUCK. ORANGE CHICKEN.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>I Am the Faery King</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 13:38:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The more people stay the same, the line goes. I suppose it fits this shoe, though it is not made of glass. The story finds our heroine gone from it; the wolf and the hatter have forgotten all about the little girls they had so complicated before. After such unscrupulous fury and despondence, our villains have carried on. Hurry witch; another forest of briars must be erected for future princesses to come. Carry on sorcerer; study your black arts to enslave the next pure heart that innocently stumbles into your lair. Bring the dragons, the vipers, the faeries, the hedgehogs, roses, red shoes, poison apples, and golden thread; the Fairy Tales will never end.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>Philosophy's Debut</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 15:44:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It is my simple and worthless opinion that if every one benignly stopped thinking of the means of which to better their own selfish gains, we'd all be Zadigs and Christs and we'd enjoy ourselves more and also think nothing of it. The question does arise, that if we stopped thinking of ourselves if the consequence would result in the halt of intellectual and spiritual pursuits. This is the debut of mankind, revisited upon every rainy day and forgotten every time love smiles upon our face.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>Orion Versus</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 17:56:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What a relief. The withdrawal of blood went very well this time around. The point of which is just getting sore and a bit swollen and only very slightly is pain actually there. <3<br /><br />Sleuth is simply magnificent. The film is a remake of a film based off of a rather exceptionally well-written play and carries a subtly Shakespearean take on the events. It is filled with wit and sharp-tongued barbs and both Michael Caine and Jude Law perform beautifully. I highly recommend this to anyone who prefers word-play and intelligently spoken attacks.<br /><br />Did I add that the film had Caine and Law wooing? They make a very charming couple; they're well-suited together in this film. Smooch.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>Vampirism</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 13:42:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I HATE being unhealthy! I loath it! I despise doctors and hold them in the utmost contempt! ANGRY. Boo. Hiss.<br /><br />I'm afraid of what they might prove is wrong with me. I'd rather go to Silent Hill than go through anything as disturbing as my last medical procedure. SILA HILL IS MAH BOY.<br /><br />Meep...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Wow.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 01:06:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Wow. You suck.<br /><br />I wish I had been wrong. Now what? Draw? Write? I am so perturbed by this opinion now proven fact that I'm not too confident on my next move. Alice! Get out of the way! The Red Queen comes!<br /><br />Oh dear; I'm late.<br /><br />Eat me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>Will humanity ever cease to repulse me?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 14:49:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I weary of these insolent children that incessently pester me and disrupt my studies. It seems that some snarkasm is in order. Alas, poor Nupraptor, I knew him well! Well... Not really.<br /><br />HAHAHA.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>You're Just Jealous...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 23:51:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "I do not divulge into such nonsensical romances," he muttered throatily to the mirror. "But what supercilious excitement enticement incites."<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>Goulies</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 15:15:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I really should just pull out whatever money I have left and purchase myself a scanner... Scanners... A Scanner Darkly...<br /><br />What? Yeah, fuck you too!<br /><br />I called at seven, because that's when I thought I should. It really was quite the disappointment, for I did awaken at six.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>Scrippers is Murderous</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 19:26:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The art of snarkasm, of which I am master over, never ceases to amaze me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>Drunk Zombie Bitches</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 20:34:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ MC Chris was onto something when he kicked them out of his show. I should kick them out of mine. Supercilious it may seem, but my capsizing of enemy ships is a standard protocol, especially when commissioned. I am under the notion that my finger is fractured... What a disillusioning event. I am thoroughly looking forward to the shower I am awaiting; I adore cleean.<br /><br />HOORAH!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>MAJOR TOM</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 07:35:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ An esoteric age has come and gone; this day is that which I fear and loathe consummately. I'm sitting here, drinking my Fleet Phospho-soda and pondering that which has nothing to do with hospitalization or out-put surgery, but a girl the world adores. A cute girl, whom I was deceived into believing was, albeit not pointedly intelligent, was kind and my friend. What a laughable fool I was!<br /><br />Teen-aged girls suck and nothing will change how selfish and petty they are. This is why so many men are sexist without remorse or shame; the supposedly fairer sex is quite ugly on the inside when it comes to that which is sacred and lovely and full of sweetness. <br /><br />Here's to me, my insecurities and hatreds, my fears and loves, and how much I laugh at myself.<br /><br />I drink to my poor health.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>SAM MAD. SAM SMASH.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 17:29:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I swear I'm going to exonerate myself from obligations to my physical health and well-being to go kick some teen-aged, whiny,girlie ass. Huzzah!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>ICONS</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 01:08:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Why won't it change? This is beyond irritating. Congratulations to that which has irked me considerably. Hoorah!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>Guess who I tongued?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 00:48:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ No one, actually, but my good friend Noxious would have a most excellent answer to that query. No; you're a queer.<br /><br />Hokai. NO ONE reads this, but I finally have (limited) access to a scanner. Hey dude coming at you. Hoorah.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>Inking...?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2008 17:42:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have no neat pens! That sucks... A lot.<br /><br />Oh well... At least there's meatloaf to be had. I like meatloaf. Fuck you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Dommiel</author>
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                <title>The League of Really Super Heroes.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 21:20:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The Dirtygentlemen has appeared. Go. Now.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Guild Meeting!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 05:20:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I should really get promoted for all the effin' work I put into this guild...<br />
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If any WoWers are looking for a guild in the Scryers, the Knights of Cydonia are recruiting! We're fairly new, and our leader is a dunce, but we raid and rp. I'm Dommiel... If you would care to track me down.<br />
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I've drawn my main a few times... It's time to get up and find the scanner. <br />
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Mad props to Jefferson Clapp.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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