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        <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 14:50:54 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>Searing ~HOT!~ plutonium lased</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 22:13:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ projectile points reaming waves of nuclear heat who could deny make our heads swim with drunken intent that cannot touch the desire for what is without doubt needed need not be spoken but<br />SCREAMED at decibels beyond measure of the recording devices that wait like the heat of female lions on the Serengeti or the wild boars tusk that bites the neck piercing deeply as she takes him for a twist of fate he had at one time in his primitive mind actually thought or while in the very first precognitive intent-fully created as the pig pulled the c note from his billfold at the sleazy adult store to pay for the best silicone lover of lube could be had ...yes it would and did happen driving him deeper and deeper not the medical tape that will hold the bandages on his raw skinned bloody knees or the scotch tape that bound the pretty package once giving by uncle boar but the tape for all time and space records the pure ecstasy and delight felt those bliss-full moments both of them cherish and long for as they rewrite the books on the way animals FUCK into the future this calls for a newest celebration of standards that make NIN look like guppies wading in the waters of the gush she squirts covering his trembling pathetically happy advanced mind squirming like a toad an hour later her labia throbs and pulses inner thighs still twitch with spasm she flooded it's life with a memory of heavy fire soldiers wish they could get action in and makes a fox hole look like a warm welcum home to a retired soldier in this campaign of barbaric cannibalistic lust we all need so bad here now and forever ......<br /><br />who says rock opera is a thing of the past?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Facing being homeless again</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 23:01:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've been working, and that is good,I need to find a place to live fast though I only have 18 days left here and I know it will go by quickly.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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