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        <pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 16:16:33 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>New</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 18:10:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ new persective, new eye, new gallery. enjoy <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>some new photos</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 14:20:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ messed around a little taking pictures...nothing special....posted them out of bordom since i haven't submitted anything in a long time---just ignore them they're pretty much a poor excuse for photography lol<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i had forgotten</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2007 06:14:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i hadn't been writing much lately...nothing but the off hand class paper. haven't had a word that would stick to the page. the itch to write is deep, a hunger that aches in my heart but can't be quenched. i'm starving. every word sounds wrong and every sentence is aimless. like losing a lover however weird that may sound. but i came here...hadn't come here in awhile...and saw the photos. each had a story i realized, a silent chapter of a tale untold. photo after photo, words came seeming to thread themselves into a voice i once knew. i had forgotten.......forgotten the pure, raw inspiration i got from your photos. had forgotten the simplistic serenity of soaking in these droplets of inovated insight and remembering the way to my own. i had forgotten.....but i don't want to forget again.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>dreams</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 12:05:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ dreams are the wasteland of wishes time has eroded until forgotten. Yet these pervasive  ghost flicker in the back of our meloncholy minds, fuzzily contained like a chilhood memory. We look in on them with a defeated sigh, detached from the magic they once held. Locked away in the dark corners of regret, we look on their paling faces a mirror of our own with a defeated sigh threatening the sting of tears behind our eyes, and slowly close the door as if putting a child to bed.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>its time again</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2007 08:06:52 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ last year around this time, my writing became an ocean within which i was drowning. i've wanted to be a writer for as long as i can remember, even before i knew how to write. it feels like its apart of me; stitched within my heart, embedded within my soul. yet even though writing has been the only dream entwined within my head, it has also been one of my deepest tormentors. each story was a failure in my eyes, each word jagged and lost... to fail at what u love can rip a person apart. to see and feel it all around u like the mist carried in upon the winds, yet being unable to grasp it. u claw and flail snatching at the air and getting only thus until u're calapsed upon the sand deafted and broken. i couldn't fight anymore...i just needed to know. so last year at this time, i entered a writing contest through my school. as the ceremony neared i was not afraid and moved through the days easily. but when that night came and i was sitting with a tremble on the hard bleacher, i knew this was it. i decided right there, if i won nothing...i was done. ur suppost to fight for what u love i know, but the self-doubt became parasitic within my heart, plaguing every breath, breaking me down failure after failure until i just couldn't. but i sat there entirly in the judges hands, hallow. i floated out of the gym that night with two golds and a silver. i never felt more like i was exactly where i was suppost to be, exactly who i was suppost to be, in my whole life. but the contest nears once more and i'm drowning once again. what will others expect of me? what will i expect of myself? i feed off the validation i get from others however much i try to deny it. if i don't make it this time, i don't know what will happen....and that scares me....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I HATE COMPUTERS</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jan 2007 07:28:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ this age of technology is driving me NUTS! all i want to do is submit some writing on to the site but nooooooooooooooooo! "you need a preview image" i mock the computer with a nassely voice. of course someone is gunna look at this and think: "how pathetic." whatever... i ADMIT IT, i'm technologically challenged!!! goodbye ipod, so long cell phone, digital camera it was nice knowin you, and computer.......BITE ME! [puts the menacing bat down and lets out a huge gust air] so if someone could comment with how to get a preview image it would be most appreciate <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />. but if u just wanna rant.....have at it<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Maybe its the season...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2006 12:59:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Christmas is around the corrnor and the first snowfall where i live was today. I looked out from my spanish class at the soft floating specks, like white rain against the velvety darkness of the early morning sky. I looked out upon the magic of the first snowfall, with its ability to transform the sand paper adamancy of the outside world into a christalized wonder land, and felt nothing. Not the split second thrill of a child on christmas day nor the electrifying anticipation of a cancelation as the diluted whispered around me. Maybe its the season. Depression sky rockets this time of year and yet neither do i feel like another statistic. I've stopped writing. I've almost stopped talking, and when I do the words are like marbles in my mouth. My tounge trips over these alien objects and I give up as i drown in them. Everything and everyone feels wrong- off. I haven't felt this way in 2 years, not like this. Not like I've crawlen inside myself, inside my thoughts, slowly becoming detached from the world, not alarmed and yet not relieved either. Not like I'm drowning inside my own skin and my screams for help have long since ceased for they do nothing but trickled into the ever growing canyon that was formed be me and the world. Did I build it-I can't remember. Then again, maybe its just the season...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Some new pics</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2006 17:14:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ this weeks been busy and i haven't had a chance to find some writing to submit. im so drained. its been school allllllllllllllllllllllllllll day and homework allllllllllllll night. so i came up for air and submitted a couple new pics to keep the fans a bay...just kidding. well, feel free to look and marvel at my wicked awsome art skills....oooooooooor lack there of lol. peace out<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>So I'm Not An Artist....</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Oct 2006 13:52:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ As i sit bored at my computer, i thought my profile seemed a little nude lol, so heres my attempt at digital art with a picture of myself i messed around with. be gental....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Newbie</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Oct 2006 22:08:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I hold the fragility of a life long dream in the palm of my quivering hand. Validation is what I seek as well as fear. The simplicity of this risk I do take seems absent from my mind, replaced with a complex composure of self-doubt and insecurities. <br />
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I always thought you either were a writer or you weren't, there was no inbetween. But where is the line drawn? The line between an adamant reality and a flimsy dream. Making the cut is what an writer fears, some more then others. Fear is a killer, but it will only kill you if you let it.<br />
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and now a word from our viewers...(that means you lol)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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