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        <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 12:22:02 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>Uncle!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 Dec 2006 17:50:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well... my brother and his lovely wife had a baby last night. Laura was born at 8:36pm December 6th in Vancouver Canada. She is a beautiful 6lbs girl with deep brown eyes that drink in the world. <br />
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Today I got to see her. It was amazing. I don't know how to express all the emotions that rushed through me. The hope, the dreams, the fears and the whole kaleidoscope of emotions washed through me while I looked into her face. I was told I could pick her up but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I, like my brother, felt unworthy of such joy and beauty. <br />
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I started this journal wanting to talk about how I feel about this.... but I suddenly feel the need to horde my feelings. I don't understand why. Perhaps this is not where I want to be doing this. Yes, thats it. <br />
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Having said that, I wish you all could feel the flood of emotion I felt today. Not too long ago, we were all as innocent and beautiful as Laura is today. I hope you and I can rediscover the thread of our lives that spoke of the potential and promise of those early days.<br />
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a foolish foolish romantic and dreamer <br />
Michael<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>New Challenge</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2006 22:21:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well.... if anybody's out there listening.... I'm off to film school! <br />
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Me film-maker, me have big stick, me make lights on wall.... ugh ugh!<br />
<br />
Guess this means I actually NEEED a website finally.   FLASH to the rescue!<br />
I hope to have some new work to put up on DA soon. I have been a voyeur <br />
for too long. ]]></description>
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                <title>Tyranny of Fear</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2006 20:10:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am, I believe, more or less free of many of the dogmas, delusions, self-deceptions or preconceptions that seem to plague many of my species. This relative state of enlightenment, however, does not bring with it a secure feeling of freedom. <br />
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Rather, I feel oppressed by the fear of discovery. <br />
<br />
The story of "The Emperor's New Clothes" comes to mind. I feel like the little boy of that story; watching the crowd ooh and aaw at the Emperor's non-existing clothes. But the modern day version of that story, would have the crowd turn on the boy and tear him apart for the innocent act of speaking the truth. <br />
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So I join the ranks of the silent. Hoping to find others; with whom a conspiracy of truth can spawn. ]]></description>
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                <title>Horrible Things</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2005 11:40:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I see the things people do.<br />
<br />
               I scream "WHY!?"<br />
<br />
                              "WHY would you DO such a thing?!"<br />
<br />
<br />
I get no answer.<br />
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               But echoes from the void.<br />
<br />
                               Endless and dimminishing echoes<br />
<br />
                                              Why?......................... ]]></description>
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