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                <title>Moveability</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2007 07:22:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I can, So I will.<br />
<a href="http://jamesgorrie.deviantart.com/">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>mass protrusion</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Aug 2006 02:25:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So here we go, mallot and spoon, acoons crawling all over the place, hugging cooked cheese slices and dices rolling on to lucky number 12 and adding up to 15 little girls, plaiting their hair brushes falling from the tree and leaves the room cause he just couldn't get it up the spout.<br />
<br />
Je Sus,  and I have just woken up ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>Godly goods</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2006 15:54:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Just wondering and pondering and whopping about as to whether anyone knows of a shop/brothel/bakery or other place where goods are purchased in London that might sell me some decent art supplies. I am still a fish out of the frying pan...and fish are meant to be frying arn't they <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/brushteeth.gif" width="27" height="19" alt=":brushteeth:" title="4 out of 5 dentists recommend brushing your teeth!" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>&lt;&gt;</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jun 2006 12:39:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I don't want to make art my life, but life my art... ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>Ticklers</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2006 14:37:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Tickle me Stick<br />
Watch me be sick <br />
<br />
Down my back,<br />
         " 'k now don't slack"<br />
<br />
Pickitupagain<br />
       Lickingupthesane<br />
<br />
Swallow them nauseously<br />
   Drop tongued and cautiously<br />
        <br />
Feeling like a porouse<br />
     Take me down floorUs<br />
<br />
Tickle me stick<br />
Watch me be sick ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>Caution Beetles</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2006 02:31:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ And on tuesday I said dear diary ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>Worklings and Slave whips</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2006 05:59:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I ned work in the U.K. Give ti to me or I will starve. I am a web designer. Hahaha. ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>Tight Leathers</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 04:29:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm taking a giant leap. Hopefully my seems won't burst. I won't be a geek for a while. <br />
<br />
Tot toot then... ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>Fast food&amp;Chast ordered in 1 minute</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 03:05:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Soon I will move and then perhaps my pants will fall, and that's fine, it's cold, and I have a spare spanner, I want to go. I will. ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>I wonder why.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2005 00:08:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Why is that free <a href="http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?jamesgorrie"> art porn </a> is much less appreciated that <a href="http://kevan.org/brain.cgi?jamesgorrie"> free bondage porn </a> ? ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>Why does soot feel like wool?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2005 05:57:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Tagged and abused <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/spank.gif" width="28" height="20" alt=":spank:" title="A good spanking..." /> by <a href="http://moosehunter.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/m/o/moosehunter.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="moosehunter" /></a><br />
<br />
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:<br />
<br />
1. Hercules<br />
2. Big Cheese<br />
3. My Boy<br />
<br />
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU'VE HAD<br />
<br />
1. This is the only one<br />
2. But tub would be cool<br />
3. or headface<br />
<br />
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF<br />
<br />
1. Hercules (enough said)<br />
2. My fingertips<br />
3. My left ear lobe<br />
<br />
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF<br />
(never really thought about all this)<br />
<br />
1. The gaps between My toes<br />
2. My Headface<br />
3. My right ear lobe<br />
<br />
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE<br />
<br />
1. Being Male<br />
2. Being a hooligan<br />
3. Liquorice loving.<br />
<br />
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU<br />
<br />
1. Fish Lips (diagnosed)<br />
2. Waking up<br />
3. Nuclear holograms<br />
<br />
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS<br />
<br />
1. Air<br />
2. Liquorice<br />
3. Guitar<br />
<br />
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW<br />
<br />
1. Skin<br />
2. Dish cloth <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/b0x0rz.gif" width="18" height="15" alt=":b0x0rz:" title="Rox0rz my B0x0rz!" /><br />
3. buttons<br />
<br />
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS/MUSICAL ARTISTS<br />
1. A<br />
2. Silly<br />
3. Question<br />
<br />
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS<br />
<br />
1. Televators(I think) - Mars Volto<br />
2. Benighted - Opeth<br />
3. regulators - Kenny G or some other rapper<br />
<br />
<br />
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT YEAR<br />
1. Not make fun of Operah while watching her<br />
2. Make a Video<br />
3. Claymation<br />
<br />
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP<br />
1. 2. 3. It's that simple.<br />
<br />
<br />
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE<br />
<br />
1. I can sleep with me eyes open<br />
2. I have freefallen for 75 meters without a parachute<br />
3. I would eat a cow<br />
<br />
THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU<br />
<br />
(physically)<br />
<br />
1. Hands<br />
2. Thighs<br />
3. tongue<br />
<br />
(personality)<br />
<br />
They must have there own<br />
<br />
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES<br />
<br />
1. Tiddleywinks<br />
2. Stranger Harassing<br />
3. Guitaring<br />
<br />
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW<br />
<br />
1. Fly<br />
2. Stomp hard enough to set the world of axis<br />
3. Tickle someone to the hight of their sexuality, then go home.<br />
<br />
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING<br />
<br />
1. Anything, even a whore<br />
<br />
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION<br />
<br />
1. Germany<br />
2. Polan<br />
3. Where the eskimos are<br />
<br />
THREE THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE<br />
<br />
1. Finish<br />
2. This<br />
3.Thing<br />
<br />
THREE CELEB CRUSHES<br />
<br />
1. Davis Hasselhoff<br />
2. His brother<br />
3. And his Father's wife<br />
<br />
Now <a href="http://yakiroba.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/y/a/yakiroba.png" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="yakiroba" /></a> <a href="http://elle-noire.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/e/l/elle-noire.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="elle-noire" /></a> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nana.gif" width="37" height="22" alt=":nana:" title="Nana, look what I have and you dont!" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>The collective</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2005 04:40:58 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ We all want a collective where we can gain. Here is one where you can loose. <br />
<b> Give all your clothes to <a href="http://moosehunter.deviantart.com/"> Moose hunter </a> and then one day we will all be naked. </b><br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/strip.gif" width="21" height="17" alt=":strip:" title="Take it all off!" /> <---------That's me. Take it off including the jock strap.<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/strip.gif" width="21" height="17" alt=":strip:" title="Take it all off!" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/strip.gif" width="21" height="17" alt=":strip:" title="Take it all off!" /> <----That's the <a href="http://moosehunter.deviantart.com/">moosehunter</a> twins playing scrabble <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/siamesetwins.gif" width="24" height="15" alt=":siamese:" title="Siamese Twins" /> .<br />
<br />
<b><sup> Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pipers picking a peck of pickled pipers picking...<br />
Things change and glassing ching sometimed but as soon as a throat is blocked the queen gets all upset. That, my friends is why I prefer princesses. </sup></b> ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>Crickey, that wasn't there before.</title>
                <link>http://vulvular.deviantart.com/journal/6726185/</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Oct 2005 03:51:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What is that over there? That once wasn't but now is?<br />
<br />
Attentionitis.<br />
Oblivinitis.<br />
Appendagidia.<br />
Makupidia.<br />
Pienurculosis.<br />
permanently.<br />
noarsealitis.<br />
<br />
:name your foulity:<br />
<br />
<b> after that, tell me, does anyone else like the smell of ink? </b> ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>Desert Spoons.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2005 03:57:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Three kinglettes (unmistakabley due to the slightly higher that average shoes) were walking through the dessert, cringing at the sun. <br />
<i>"Come on in, you lost souls"</i>, voices were incommon but most welcome. <br />
They all spun , three circles of sand joined them a second behind. After wiping their eyes (except for the leader) The voice was no where to be seen, but only heard again...and again.<br />
<br />
Although many things that are lost, or lacking in a persons life, are welcomed back with opened arms, certain, rather faded dark secrets are not. <br />
<br />
Pause ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>She Tried My trousers up, Grossed I ran Down</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2005 06:43:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Beth<br />
Nice Name? ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>Trash Membrane unpenitrated.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 05:03:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My plan fell through.<br />
I asked one bum if he would sit in a box and wait for another. He said yes. (I felt obligued to give him something, but I suppose he didn't want to be transposed into a circus fellow).<br />
It would be nice to know that You are not the most worse off being.<br />
Unfortunately the box was unpenitrated.<br />
It did smell of rapidly moulding cucumber and teabags.<br />
I guess It's me next.<br />
I need a red ribbon.<br />
<br />
"wet hands come after playmates leave son, and always smile at the camera." - Escarv Romh. ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>Trash Membrane</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 06:56:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I watched bums digging in on there biweekly christmas (oddly underneath a christmas tree) and thought - there is something missing. It was not a it was not an abandoned toilet paper roll. Nor Handbag Queen.<br />
It was another bum.<br />
So my conclusion is this...I will solve this dilemma, and I have A plan...but only once the world is a better place shall I reveal how I did it.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://TheExquisiteCorpse.deviantart.com"> ~TheExquisiteCorpse</a><br />
<br />
<br />
"you have to wring your neck to get it all"<br />
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Or theirs? ]]></description>
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                <title>Concrete thighs.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2005 03:30:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There are all these people trying to sell things. Everything actually. They make the rubble that leaks down my thighs and to the space betwixed my toes itch. There is one talking to me this moment and this is why I am writing this.<br />
<br />
If he doesn't stop soon my thighs, I think will turn to concrete.<br />
<br />
Makes me wonder if the dinosaurs really didn't run off a cliff.<br />
<br />
"Salad bowls were made for salad" - A disgruntled salad eater after anticts of great exposure.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://TheExquisiteCorpse.deviantart.com"> ~TheExquisiteCorpse</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>Pigeons</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2005 01:56:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Watching the pigeons line up on a telephone line.<br />
<br />
I was wondering when the line would snap, but after more than enough pigeons sat on this line it just swayed and all the pigeon where having a whale of a time.<br />
<br />
I waited for these mafiosa birds to leave to make space for the flies or weavers or perhaps a platapus that finally learnt how to fly.<br />
<br />
Alas no luck so I through a stone at them and missed, but caused quite a commotion with the owner of a poodle taking a peacefull stroll.<br />
<br />
I will try as hard as I can to free those pigeons from there magnetism to these joyrides, even if it means stoning them...<br />
<br />
"Group sex keeping the community together"<br />
T. Toogmon<br />
<br />
Wretched Pigeons. I love them<br />
<br />
<a href="http://TheExquisiteCorpse.deviantart.com"> ~TheExquisiteCorpse</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~vulvular</author>
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                <title>filletery</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2005 05:04:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ (start 13:36)<br />
So I am going to waste time. Instead of giving to a poor country like etheopia (no Big letters(no Big anything)) or the congo, I am going to waste it. I am not going to waste it eating lobster or exstinct dodo's, or even sipping grape delecacies from 1605 and then spit them out.<br />
<br />
I am going to waste it on musical endeavours, linular landscapes and the occasional sip of vodka.<br />
<br />
But, apparently, I'm still wasting my time.<br />
<br />
So my solution is to do repetative work, so that you become good at it, perhaps simple so that you get even better than that. Or maybe I won't do anything so that nothing can waste my time.<br />
<br />
Alternatively I will outrun time so that it doesn't exist (perhaps somewhere else but not where I will be) and carry on from there.<br />
<br />
hmmm...<br />
<br />
"hey, shouldn't I be drawing??" - a quote from<br />
<a href="http://yakiroba.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/y/a/yakiroba.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="yakiroba" /></a><br />
Perhaps. ]]></description>
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