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                <title>Deja Vu</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 09:46:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A hiccough in time designed to remind me or just keep me guessing I must assume. Is this a blessing? A boon? A view of my doom? I can't help but wonder if the sound of the thunder is drowned out and under by the tick-tock of clocks rending time asunder. It's the boldest of blunders presuming time has one direction, a common misconception since apes did first achieve erection, tossing a monkeywrench into natural selection. In letting loose the language of lore, why do I feel like I've said it all before?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Kirio ka na Helos</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 23:21:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Eyes turned skyward, restless and tired, tired of waiting for the Heavens to fall that I might call a slice my own.  There is no shining, golden throne up there, but just a space and time to sit and there converse upon the shining, golden master of this bit of universe we call home, a place to roam and say weÂve been since monkeys were first made to men. If I could just remember when then I just might remember why a man had first to turn an eye upon the stars and give them names. Perhaps thereÂs something hidden in those holy father- flames where only gods may stride. I havenÂt reached it yet but then perhaps IÂve never tried.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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