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                <title>Where Were You</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 03:14:57 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Where Were You</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Where were you when I was burned and broken <br />While the days slipped by from my window watching <br />Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless <br />Because the things you say and the things you do surround me <br />While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words <br />Dying to believe in what you heard <br />I was staring straight into the shining sun<br /><br />Pink Floyd ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/138/0/0/where_were_you_by_ahermin-d506nvs.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/138/0/0/where_were_you_by_ahermin-d506nvs.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/138/0/0/where_were_you_by_ahermin-d506nvs.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Where were you when I was burned and broken <br />While the days slipped by from my window watching <br />Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless <br />Because the things you say and the things you do surround me <br />While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words <br />Dying to believe in what you heard <br />I was staring straight into the shining sun<br /><br />Pink Floyd<br /><div><img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/138/0/0/where_were_you_by_ahermin-d506nvs.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Roof Is on Fire</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 03:09:49 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Roof Is on Fire</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy<br />I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high<br />I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' givin' props to my ho 'cause she fly<br />But I can take the heat 'cause I'm the other white meat known as Kid Funky Fried<br />Yeah I'm hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye<br />But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don't shine<br />'Cause I'm kind of like Han Solo always strokin' my own Wookiee<br />I'm the root of all that's evil yeah but you can call me Cookie<br /><br />The roof the roof the roof is on fire<br />The roof the roof the roof is on fire<br />The roof the roof the roof is on fire<br />We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn<br />Burn motherfucker burn ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/135/e/8/the_roof_is_on_fire_by_ahermin-d4zu3zu.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/135/e/8/the_roof_is_on_fire_by_ahermin-d4zu3zu.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/135/e/8/the_roof_is_on_fire_by_ahermin-d4zu3zu.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy<br />I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high<br />I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' givin' props to my ho 'cause she fly<br />But I can take the heat 'cause I'm the other white meat known as Kid Funky Fried<br />Yeah I'm hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye<br />But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don't shine<br />'Cause I'm kind of like Han Solo always strokin' my own Wookiee<br />I'm the root of all that's evil yeah but you can call me Cookie<br /><br />The roof the roof the roof is on fire<br />The roof the roof the roof is on fire<br />The roof the roof the roof is on fire<br />We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn<br />Burn motherfucker burn<br /><div><img src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/135/e/8/the_roof_is_on_fire_by_ahermin-d4zu3zu.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>You've Got Me</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 08:58:15 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">You've Got Me</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Love binds, and it binds forever. Good binds while evil unravels. Separation is another word for evil; it is also another word for deceit.<br />&#8213; Michel Houellebecq, The Elementary Particles ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/130/a/3/you__ve_got_me_by_ahermin-d4z7uvm.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/130/a/3/you__ve_got_me_by_ahermin-d4z7uvm.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/130/a/3/you__ve_got_me_by_ahermin-d4z7uvm.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Love binds, and it binds forever. Good binds while evil unravels. Separation is another word for evil; it is also another word for deceit.<br />&#8213; Michel Houellebecq, The Elementary Particles<br /><div><img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/130/a/3/you__ve_got_me_by_ahermin-d4z7uvm.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Our House</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2012 07:33:20 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Our House</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Our house of fire, in the middle of our dream.<br /><br />Home, home again I like to be here when I can<br />When I come home cold and tired,<br />It's good to warm my bones beside the fire<br />Far away across the field the tolling of the iron bell<br />Calls the faithful to their knees<br />To hear the softly spoken magic spells. <i>Pink Floyd </i><br /><br />The world around inspires nothing than profound disgust and labors the desire to run away without claiming any share of fake belonging that is insinuated by the News headlines and by reality shows.<br />We long to return to our forefathers home where the ancestors once lived protected by angels wings. We look to find that peculiar morality witch turned life in holly. We search the feeling of belonging, as compulsive as the embrace of mild addictions; that something that transcends and yet contains life. We cannot live far from eternity.<br /><br />Let's build a house of fire, baby <br />Not one of wood or stone <br />Walk through my door of desire, baby <br />Come on in and make it your home <br />Don't need a window to watch you, baby <br />Don't need no roof overhead <br />Don't need no key to unlock ya, baby <br />I'll use my lovin' instead <i>A. Cooper</i> ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/121/3/b/our_house_by_ahermin-d4y6bcu.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/121/3/b/our_house_by_ahermin-d4y6bcu.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/121/3/b/our_house_by_ahermin-d4y6bcu.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Our house of fire, in the middle of our dream.<br /><br />Home, home again I like to be here when I can<br />When I come home cold and tired,<br />It's good to warm my bones beside the fire<br />Far away across the field the tolling of the iron bell<br />Calls the faithful to their knees<br />To hear the softly spoken magic spells. <i>Pink Floyd </i><br /><br />The world around inspires nothing than profound disgust and labors the desire to run away without claiming any share of fake belonging that is insinuated by the News headlines and by reality shows.<br />We long to return to our forefathers home where the ancestors once lived protected by angels wings. We look to find that peculiar morality witch turned life in holly. We search the feeling of belonging, as compulsive as the embrace of mild addictions; that something that transcends and yet contains life. We cannot live far from eternity.<br /><br />Let's build a house of fire, baby <br />Not one of wood or stone <br />Walk through my door of desire, baby <br />Come on in and make it your home <br />Don't need a window to watch you, baby <br />Don't need no roof overhead <br />Don't need no key to unlock ya, baby <br />I'll use my lovin' instead <i>A. Cooper</i><br /><div><img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/121/3/b/our_house_by_ahermin-d4y6bcu.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Revelation</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 06:10:20 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Revelation</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ "I had a kind of revelation in the Sinai desert, where Moses received the Ten Commandments. Suddenly I experienced a total rejection of monotheism. In this very rocky, inspiring land, I said to myself that the idea of believing in only one God was cretinous. I could not think of another word. And the stupidest religion of all is Islam. When one reads the Koran one is devastated, devastated. At least the Bible is very beautiful because the Jews have a sacred literary talent which can excuse a lot of things." (Michel Houellebecq) ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/114/4/0/revelation_by_ahermin-d4xet8y.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/114/4/0/revelation_by_ahermin-d4xet8y.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/114/4/0/revelation_by_ahermin-d4xet8y.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ "I had a kind of revelation in the Sinai desert, where Moses received the Ten Commandments. Suddenly I experienced a total rejection of monotheism. In this very rocky, inspiring land, I said to myself that the idea of believing in only one God was cretinous. I could not think of another word. And the stupidest religion of all is Islam. When one reads the Koran one is devastated, devastated. At least the Bible is very beautiful because the Jews have a sacred literary talent which can excuse a lot of things." (Michel Houellebecq)<br /><div><img src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/114/4/0/revelation_by_ahermin-d4xet8y.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>A Beautiful Girl</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2012 00:46:15 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">A Beautiful Girl</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ The terrible predicament of a beautiful girl is that only an experienced womanizer, someone cynical and without scruple, feels up to the challenge. More often than not, she will lose her virginity to some filthy lowlife in what proves to be the first step in an irrevocable decline.<br />&#8213; Michel Houellebecq, The Elementary Particles ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/110/8/9/a_beautiful_girl_by_ahermin-d4wy4fl.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/110/8/9/a_beautiful_girl_by_ahermin-d4wy4fl.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/110/8/9/a_beautiful_girl_by_ahermin-d4wy4fl.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ The terrible predicament of a beautiful girl is that only an experienced womanizer, someone cynical and without scruple, feels up to the challenge. More often than not, she will lose her virginity to some filthy lowlife in what proves to be the first step in an irrevocable decline.<br />&#8213; Michel Houellebecq, The Elementary Particles<br /><div><img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/110/8/9/a_beautiful_girl_by_ahermin-d4wy4fl.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Spotted Dick</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 02:46:39 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Spotted Dick</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Spotted dick is a British steamed suet pudding containing dried fruit (usually currants) commonly served with custard. Spotted refers to the dried fruit (which resemble spots) and dick may be a contraction or corruption of the word pudding (from the last syllable) or possibly a corruption of the word dough[1] or dog, as "spotted dog" is another name for the same dish with the use of plums rather than currants. Another explanation offered for the word "dick" is that it comes from the German word for "thick" or dick.<br /><br />According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the earliest documented reference is a recipe for "Plum Bolster, or Spotted Dick", in Alexis Soyer's The modern Housewife or ménagère (1849).<br /><br />Hospital managers at Gloucestershire NHS Trust (in 2001) and the catering staff at Flintshire County Council (in 2009) renamed the pudding Spotted Richard on menus because of the use of the word dick in the original name, a common dysphemism for male genitalia in the English language. Gloucestershire NHS Trust restored the original name in 2002. Flintshire County Council reversed their renaming after a few weeks. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/109/d/0/spotted_dick_by_ahermin-d4wogc1.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/109/d/0/spotted_dick_by_ahermin-d4wogc1.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/109/d/0/spotted_dick_by_ahermin-d4wogc1.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Spotted dick is a British steamed suet pudding containing dried fruit (usually currants) commonly served with custard. Spotted refers to the dried fruit (which resemble spots) and dick may be a contraction or corruption of the word pudding (from the last syllable) or possibly a corruption of the word dough[1] or dog, as "spotted dog" is another name for the same dish with the use of plums rather than currants. Another explanation offered for the word "dick" is that it comes from the German word for "thick" or dick.<br /><br />According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the earliest documented reference is a recipe for "Plum Bolster, or Spotted Dick", in Alexis Soyer's The modern Housewife or ménagère (1849).<br /><br />Hospital managers at Gloucestershire NHS Trust (in 2001) and the catering staff at Flintshire County Council (in 2009) renamed the pudding Spotted Richard on menus because of the use of the word dick in the original name, a common dysphemism for male genitalia in the English language. Gloucestershire NHS Trust restored the original name in 2002. Flintshire County Council reversed their renaming after a few weeks.<br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/109/d/0/spotted_dick_by_ahermin-d4wogc1.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Sexplication of Art</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 06:40:31 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Sexplication of Art</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ For many of the millions of people who suffer with back pain, trying to maintain a healthy sex life can be frustrating. But back pain doesnt have to mean no sex, though it may mean taking a different approach to lovemaking.<br />Understandably, the limitations brought about by back pain may produce stress that can damage a relationship. The person who doesnt have the pain often finds it difficult to understand what his or her partner is experiencing. The negative effects that pain has been causing in a couples sex life can sometimes spill over into other aspects of the relationship.<br /><br />Good communication is critical. Otherwise, one partner may mistakenly interpret a reluctance to engage in sexual activity as an excuse for not wanting to be close, which can lead to feelings of rejection and resentment.<br /><br />To reduce the tension, try to create an atmosphere in which neither partner will feel rushed. Be patient with each other. Many therapists suggest setting the stage with a gentle massage, a hot bath or shower, or the application of a pain cream - any of which can relax the muscles and ease pain. Even under the best of circumstances, back pain may occur during sex. Knowing this, couples should plan how theyll respond ahead of time, so they can avoid becoming angry or frustrated.<br /><br />Positions and approaches<br /><br />For people with lower back pain there may be a preference either for bending forward, or standing straight / bending backwards.<br /><br /> Bending backwards/standing straight. For some people with degenerative disc disease or a disc herniation, standing up straight or bending backwards tends to feel better, and bending forward tends to make the pain worse. These people are usually most comfortable when the spine is straightened or bent backward slightly (basically stand more upright, not slouched). Bending backwards is called extension.<br /> Bending forwards. For some people with spinal stenosis, they feel better when they bend forward, and worse when they stand more upright. People with spinal stenosis may resist standing upright and may slouch or tip their shoulders forward to feel more comfortable. Bending forward is called flexion.<br /><br />These differences must be taken into account when deciding which sexual positions might work best.<br /><br />As a rule, the partner with lower back pain should take a passive role in lovemaking, with the other partner introducing stimulation in a very relaxed manner. Just remember to take it slow. And identify as specifically as possible which movements are comfortable and which ones hurt and should be avoided. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/107/f/a/sexplication_of_art_by_ahermin-d4wh5b8.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/107/f/a/sexplication_of_art_by_ahermin-d4wh5b8.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/107/f/a/sexplication_of_art_by_ahermin-d4wh5b8.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ For many of the millions of people who suffer with back pain, trying to maintain a healthy sex life can be frustrating. But back pain doesnt have to mean no sex, though it may mean taking a different approach to lovemaking.<br />Understandably, the limitations brought about by back pain may produce stress that can damage a relationship. The person who doesnt have the pain often finds it difficult to understand what his or her partner is experiencing. The negative effects that pain has been causing in a couples sex life can sometimes spill over into other aspects of the relationship.<br /><br />Good communication is critical. Otherwise, one partner may mistakenly interpret a reluctance to engage in sexual activity as an excuse for not wanting to be close, which can lead to feelings of rejection and resentment.<br /><br />To reduce the tension, try to create an atmosphere in which neither partner will feel rushed. Be patient with each other. Many therapists suggest setting the stage with a gentle massage, a hot bath or shower, or the application of a pain cream - any of which can relax the muscles and ease pain. Even under the best of circumstances, back pain may occur during sex. Knowing this, couples should plan how theyll respond ahead of time, so they can avoid becoming angry or frustrated.<br /><br />Positions and approaches<br /><br />For people with lower back pain there may be a preference either for bending forward, or standing straight / bending backwards.<br /><br /> Bending backwards/standing straight. For some people with degenerative disc disease or a disc herniation, standing up straight or bending backwards tends to feel better, and bending forward tends to make the pain worse. These people are usually most comfortable when the spine is straightened or bent backward slightly (basically stand more upright, not slouched). Bending backwards is called extension.<br /> Bending forwards. For some people with spinal stenosis, they feel better when they bend forward, and worse when they stand more upright. People with spinal stenosis may resist standing upright and may slouch or tip their shoulders forward to feel more comfortable. Bending forward is called flexion.<br /><br />These differences must be taken into account when deciding which sexual positions might work best.<br /><br />As a rule, the partner with lower back pain should take a passive role in lovemaking, with the other partner introducing stimulation in a very relaxed manner. Just remember to take it slow. And identify as specifically as possible which movements are comfortable and which ones hurt and should be avoided.<br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/107/f/a/sexplication_of_art_by_ahermin-d4wh5b8.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Clone</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Clone-295415361</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 00:40:19 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Clone</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ CHICAGO (Reuters) - An international group of reproductive experts plans to launch a serious effort to clone humans to provide children to infertile couples, a U.S. scientist said on Friday.<br /><br />A viable embryo, probably using stem cells or other cells taken from the man, could be available for implantation in the woman's uterus within 18 months, said Dr. Panayiotis Zavos of The Andrology Institute of America and the Kentucky Center for Reproductive Medicine and Invitro Fertilization in Lexington, Kentucky.<br /><br />Zavos, a 25-year veteran in the reproductive field, hosted a conference on Thursday in Lexington where he and Italian fertility doctor Severino Antinori announced plans for the scientific coalition to clone humans.<br /><br />``This is going to be the first serious effort,'' Zavos said in a telephone interview. ``I do know various individual groups that are acting on their own, but they lack the support.''<br />Scientists have cloned sheep, beginning with ``Dolly'' in Scotland in 1997, as well as mice and cows, but any suggestions that human clones are next have been met by outrage within the scientific community and in political and religious circles.<br /><br />``As revolutionary as it may sound, as fictional as it may sound, it will be done. It's a genie that is out of the bottle and will be controlled,'' Zavos said.<br /><br />He said 10 infertile couples have volunteered to participate, including an American pair who cannot conceive because the man's testicles were severed in an accident.<br /><br />Zavos said his group would hold a conference in Rome in March, to which a cardinal from the Vatican would be invited. The Roman Catholic Church is opposed to human cloning. The consortium would operate in an unnamed Mediterranean country.<br /><br />The scientists plan to use regular cells or undifferentiated stem cells from the husband and insert them into an ovacyte, a woman's egg stripped of its genetic material. The cell would be stimulated to divide and create an embryo equipped with all the specialty cells that make up a copy of the man, and then implanted in the wife's uterus.<br /><br />The wives could also be the ones cloned, depending on the couple's choice, he said.<br /><br />``We have a great deal of knowledge. We can grade embryos, we can do genetic screening, we can do quality control,'' Zavos said.<br /><br />``It's not the easiest thing. The stability of the genetic information is what's important. We're cloning a human being now, we're not trying to create a Dolly. You don't want to create a monster,'' he said.<br /><br />To create animal clones, scientists frequently made hundreds of failed attempts to develop viable embryos. Medical ethicists have posed the possibility of cruel failures in human cloning, where genetic abnormalities result in grotesque fetuses unable to survive outside the womb.<br /><br />Antinori has sparked a furor in Italy by helping post-menopausal women become ``granny moms,'' and has also pioneered a technique to help sterile men by ``cultivating'' their nascent sperm cells inside the testicles of mice. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/102/2/2/clone_by_ahermin-d4vvry9.jpg" height="150" width="100"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/102/2/2/clone_by_ahermin-d4vvry9.jpg" height="451" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/102/2/2/clone_by_ahermin-d4vvry9.jpg" height="902" width="600" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ CHICAGO (Reuters) - An international group of reproductive experts plans to launch a serious effort to clone humans to provide children to infertile couples, a U.S. scientist said on Friday.<br /><br />A viable embryo, probably using stem cells or other cells taken from the man, could be available for implantation in the woman's uterus within 18 months, said Dr. Panayiotis Zavos of The Andrology Institute of America and the Kentucky Center for Reproductive Medicine and Invitro Fertilization in Lexington, Kentucky.<br /><br />Zavos, a 25-year veteran in the reproductive field, hosted a conference on Thursday in Lexington where he and Italian fertility doctor Severino Antinori announced plans for the scientific coalition to clone humans.<br /><br />``This is going to be the first serious effort,'' Zavos said in a telephone interview. ``I do know various individual groups that are acting on their own, but they lack the support.''<br />Scientists have cloned sheep, beginning with ``Dolly'' in Scotland in 1997, as well as mice and cows, but any suggestions that human clones are next have been met by outrage within the scientific community and in political and religious circles.<br /><br />``As revolutionary as it may sound, as fictional as it may sound, it will be done. It's a genie that is out of the bottle and will be controlled,'' Zavos said.<br /><br />He said 10 infertile couples have volunteered to participate, including an American pair who cannot conceive because the man's testicles were severed in an accident.<br /><br />Zavos said his group would hold a conference in Rome in March, to which a cardinal from the Vatican would be invited. The Roman Catholic Church is opposed to human cloning. The consortium would operate in an unnamed Mediterranean country.<br /><br />The scientists plan to use regular cells or undifferentiated stem cells from the husband and insert them into an ovacyte, a woman's egg stripped of its genetic material. The cell would be stimulated to divide and create an embryo equipped with all the specialty cells that make up a copy of the man, and then implanted in the wife's uterus.<br /><br />The wives could also be the ones cloned, depending on the couple's choice, he said.<br /><br />``We have a great deal of knowledge. We can grade embryos, we can do genetic screening, we can do quality control,'' Zavos said.<br /><br />``It's not the easiest thing. The stability of the genetic information is what's important. We're cloning a human being now, we're not trying to create a Dolly. You don't want to create a monster,'' he said.<br /><br />To create animal clones, scientists frequently made hundreds of failed attempts to develop viable embryos. Medical ethicists have posed the possibility of cruel failures in human cloning, where genetic abnormalities result in grotesque fetuses unable to survive outside the womb.<br /><br />Antinori has sparked a furor in Italy by helping post-menopausal women become ``granny moms,'' and has also pioneered a technique to help sterile men by ``cultivating'' their nascent sperm cells inside the testicles of mice.<br /><div><img src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/102/2/2/clone_by_ahermin-d4vvry9.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Inside Out</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Inside-Out-295230078</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2012 01:59:33 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Inside Out</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ And yet you havent always wanted to die.<br />You have had a life. There have been moments when you were having a life. Of<br />course you don't remember too much about it; but there are photographs to prove it. This was probably happening round about the time of your adolescence, or just after. How great your appetite for life was, then! Existence seemed so rich in new possibilities. You might become a pop singer, go off to Venezuela.<br />More surprising still, you have had a childhood. <br /><br />From morning to night I stayed out of sight<br />Didn't recognize I'd become<br />No more than alive I'd barely survive<br />In a word...overrun<br /><br />Won't hear a sound<br />From my mouth<br />I've spent too long<br />On the inside out<br />My skin is cold<br />To the human touch<br />This bleeding heart's<br />Not beating much<br /><br />I murmured a vow of silence and now<br />I don't even hear when I think aloud<br />Extinguished by light I turn on the night<br />Wear its darkness with an empty smile<br /><br />I'm creeping back to life<br />My nervous system all awry<br />I'm wearing the inside out ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/101/6/c/inside_out_by_ahermin-d4vrszi.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/101/6/c/inside_out_by_ahermin-d4vrszi.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/101/6/c/inside_out_by_ahermin-d4vrszi.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ And yet you havent always wanted to die.<br />You have had a life. There have been moments when you were having a life. Of<br />course you don't remember too much about it; but there are photographs to prove it. This was probably happening round about the time of your adolescence, or just after. How great your appetite for life was, then! Existence seemed so rich in new possibilities. You might become a pop singer, go off to Venezuela.<br />More surprising still, you have had a childhood. <br /><br />From morning to night I stayed out of sight<br />Didn't recognize I'd become<br />No more than alive I'd barely survive<br />In a word...overrun<br /><br />Won't hear a sound<br />From my mouth<br />I've spent too long<br />On the inside out<br />My skin is cold<br />To the human touch<br />This bleeding heart's<br />Not beating much<br /><br />I murmured a vow of silence and now<br />I don't even hear when I think aloud<br />Extinguished by light I turn on the night<br />Wear its darkness with an empty smile<br /><br />I'm creeping back to life<br />My nervous system all awry<br />I'm wearing the inside out<br /><div><img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/101/6/c/inside_out_by_ahermin-d4vrszi.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Wizard Tips</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Wizard-Tips-295017214</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2012 01:28:02 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Wizard Tips</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <i>It's a kind of magic,<br />A kind of magic,<br />One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal.<br />One golden glance of what should be.</i><br /><br />THE PERFECT OMELET TIPS<br />An omelet is a combination of beaten egg cooked with butter or oil in a frying pan, usually folded around a filling such as cheese, vegetables, meat (often ham), or some combination of the above. Traditionally, omelets are partially cooked on the top side and not flipped prior to folding. To obtain a fluffy texture, whole eggs or egg whites are usually beaten with a small amount of milk or cream, or even water. Below is my favorite omelet recipe.<br /><br /><i>One flash of light that shows the way,<br />No mortal man can win this day. (It's a kind of magic)<br />The bell that rings inside your mind,<br />It's challenging the doors of time.</i><br /><br />Omelet Ingredients (serves 1)<br />- 2 eggs<br />- 1 tbs milk or water<br />- The fillings of your choice (I like to use 50g mushrooms, thinly sliced; 1 rasher bacon or ham, finely chopped; 1/2 tomato, finely chopped and a small amount of red bell pepper and onion)<br />- Salt &amp; freshly ground pepper<br />- 2 tsp olive oil<br />- 5g butter<br />- 1/4 cup grated cheddar<br /><br /><i>The waiting seems eternity, yeah,<br />The day will dawn of sanity.<br />Is this a kind of magic?<br />There can be only one.<br />This race that lasts a thousand years, will soon be<br />done.</i><br /><br />Step 1<br />Use a fork to whisk eggs and milk together. Season well with salt and pepper. Set aside.<br />Step 2<br />Heat oil in a small (16cm base) non-stick frying pan over medium high heat. Add onion, red pepper, mushrooms and bacon or ham. Cook for 3 mins or until mushrooms soften. Stir in tomato. Cook 1 min. Remove from pan and set aside. Wipe pan with paper towel.<br />Step 3<br />Melt 5g butter in the frying pan over medium-high heat. Add eggs to the pan. Use a fork to quickly draw the cooked egg back from edge of pan to allow uncooked egg to run to the edge. Continue until egg is almost set. Cook for a further 30-45 seconds or until egg is just set.<br />Step 4<br />Spoon mushroom mixture over half the omelet. Sprinkle over cheese. Use a fork to lift one side of the omelet over to enclose filling. Carefully slide onto serving plate.<br />Step 5<br />Serve immediately with salad.<br /><br /><i>This race that lasts a thousand years, will soon be,<br />will soon be, will soon be done.<br />This is a kind of magic.<br />There can be only be one.<br />This race that lasts a thousand years,<br />Will soon be done.</i><br /><br />On March 19, 1994, the largest omelet or omelet (128.5 m²; 1,383 ft²) in the world at the time was made with 160,000 eggs in Yokohama, Japan,[2] but it was subsequently overtaken by an omelet made by the Lung Association in Brockville Memorial Center, Ontario, Canada on May 11, 2002  it weighed 2.95 tons. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/100/7/0/wizard_tips_by_ahermin-d4vn8qm.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/100/7/0/wizard_tips_by_ahermin-d4vn8qm.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/100/7/0/wizard_tips_by_ahermin-d4vn8qm.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <i>It's a kind of magic,<br />A kind of magic,<br />One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal.<br />One golden glance of what should be.</i><br /><br />THE PERFECT OMELET TIPS<br />An omelet is a combination of beaten egg cooked with butter or oil in a frying pan, usually folded around a filling such as cheese, vegetables, meat (often ham), or some combination of the above. Traditionally, omelets are partially cooked on the top side and not flipped prior to folding. To obtain a fluffy texture, whole eggs or egg whites are usually beaten with a small amount of milk or cream, or even water. Below is my favorite omelet recipe.<br /><br /><i>One flash of light that shows the way,<br />No mortal man can win this day. (It's a kind of magic)<br />The bell that rings inside your mind,<br />It's challenging the doors of time.</i><br /><br />Omelet Ingredients (serves 1)<br />- 2 eggs<br />- 1 tbs milk or water<br />- The fillings of your choice (I like to use 50g mushrooms, thinly sliced; 1 rasher bacon or ham, finely chopped; 1/2 tomato, finely chopped and a small amount of red bell pepper and onion)<br />- Salt &amp; freshly ground pepper<br />- 2 tsp olive oil<br />- 5g butter<br />- 1/4 cup grated cheddar<br /><br /><i>The waiting seems eternity, yeah,<br />The day will dawn of sanity.<br />Is this a kind of magic?<br />There can be only one.<br />This race that lasts a thousand years, will soon be<br />done.</i><br /><br />Step 1<br />Use a fork to whisk eggs and milk together. Season well with salt and pepper. Set aside.<br />Step 2<br />Heat oil in a small (16cm base) non-stick frying pan over medium high heat. Add onion, red pepper, mushrooms and bacon or ham. Cook for 3 mins or until mushrooms soften. Stir in tomato. Cook 1 min. Remove from pan and set aside. Wipe pan with paper towel.<br />Step 3<br />Melt 5g butter in the frying pan over medium-high heat. Add eggs to the pan. Use a fork to quickly draw the cooked egg back from edge of pan to allow uncooked egg to run to the edge. Continue until egg is almost set. Cook for a further 30-45 seconds or until egg is just set.<br />Step 4<br />Spoon mushroom mixture over half the omelet. Sprinkle over cheese. Use a fork to lift one side of the omelet over to enclose filling. Carefully slide onto serving plate.<br />Step 5<br />Serve immediately with salad.<br /><br /><i>This race that lasts a thousand years, will soon be,<br />will soon be, will soon be done.<br />This is a kind of magic.<br />There can be only be one.<br />This race that lasts a thousand years,<br />Will soon be done.</i><br /><br />On March 19, 1994, the largest omelet or omelet (128.5 m²; 1,383 ft²) in the world at the time was made with 160,000 eggs in Yokohama, Japan,[2] but it was subsequently overtaken by an omelet made by the Lung Association in Brockville Memorial Center, Ontario, Canada on May 11, 2002  it weighed 2.95 tons.<br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/100/7/0/wizard_tips_by_ahermin-d4vn8qm.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Love Songs</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Love-Songs-294208050</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 01:26:26 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Love Songs</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Love binds, and it binds forever. Good binds while evil unravels. Separation is another word for evil; it is also another word for deceit.<br /><br />Et l'amour, où tout est facile,<br />Où tout est donné dans l'instant;<br />Il existe au milieu du temps<br />La possibilité d'une île. <br /><br />&#8213; Michel Houellebecq ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/096/f/8/love_songs_by_ahermin-d4v5wdu.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/096/f/8/love_songs_by_ahermin-d4v5wdu.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/096/f/8/love_songs_by_ahermin-d4v5wdu.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Love binds, and it binds forever. Good binds while evil unravels. Separation is another word for evil; it is also another word for deceit.<br /><br />Et l'amour, où tout est facile,<br />Où tout est donné dans l'instant;<br />Il existe au milieu du temps<br />La possibilité d'une île. <br /><br />&#8213; Michel Houellebecq<br /><div><img src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/096/f/8/love_songs_by_ahermin-d4v5wdu.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Great Gig in the Sky</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/The-Great-Gig-in-the-Sky-292573935</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2012 03:00:44 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Great Gig in the Sky</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ "And I am not frightened of dying. Any time will do, I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it. You've gotta go sometime."<br />"I never said I was frightened of dying."<br /><br />Pink Floyd ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/087/3/9/the_great_gig_in_the_sky_by_ahermin-d4u6vhr.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/087/3/9/the_great_gig_in_the_sky_by_ahermin-d4u6vhr.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/087/3/9/the_great_gig_in_the_sky_by_ahermin-d4u6vhr.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ "And I am not frightened of dying. Any time will do, I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it. You've gotta go sometime."<br />"I never said I was frightened of dying."<br /><br />Pink Floyd<br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/087/3/9/the_great_gig_in_the_sky_by_ahermin-d4u6vhr.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Playing God</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Playing-God-292395458</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2012 02:04:43 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Playing God</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A new creature was created by American scientists - the spider-goat. It is part goat, part spider, and its milk can be used to create artificial spider's web.<br /><br />It is part of a new field of research, synthetic biology, with a radical aim: to break down nature into spare parts so that we can rebuild it however we please.<br /><br />This technology is already being used to make bio-diesel to power cars. Other researchers are looking at how we might, one day, control human emotions by sending 'biological machines' into our brains. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/086/0/7/playing_god_by_ahermin-d4u31s2.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/086/0/7/playing_god_by_ahermin-d4u31s2.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/086/0/7/playing_god_by_ahermin-d4u31s2.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A new creature was created by American scientists - the spider-goat. It is part goat, part spider, and its milk can be used to create artificial spider's web.<br /><br />It is part of a new field of research, synthetic biology, with a radical aim: to break down nature into spare parts so that we can rebuild it however we please.<br /><br />This technology is already being used to make bio-diesel to power cars. Other researchers are looking at how we might, one day, control human emotions by sending 'biological machines' into our brains.<br /><div><img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/086/0/7/playing_god_by_ahermin-d4u31s2.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Rest Is Silence</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 01:50:58 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Rest Is Silence</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ You've lived so little that you tend to imagine you're not going to die; it seems improbable that human existence can be reduced to so little; one imagines, in spite of oneself, that sooner or later something is bound to happen. A big mistake. A life can just as well be both empty and short. The days slip by indifferently, leaving neither trace nor memory; and then all of a sudden they stop.<br /><br />Your Life is Largely Irrelevant<br /><br />When you step back thousands of years at a time, and look upon all those countless people who lived, struggled, and died on this earth, who appeared and disappeared in the blink of a cosmic eye, the comings and goings of any particular person or group of people seem as the comings and goings of the smallest germ colonies in the farthest jungles surely seems to you  completely and utterly meaningless.<br /><br />Sure, those men  in China and Syria  mattered to someone, but those someones too are gone and forgotten. Of what grand importance were any of them, really? They lived tough lives; ones they may actually have believed held meaning, and so they toiled and sweated, and planned and worried, to have food to buy for another day, or a roof to sleep under another night, or a goat or mule to pass down to another son.<br /><br />And THATS what caused them such great stress? THAT!? Some crumbs for dinner, or a thatched roof for a nap!? All of which are gone by the way. All of which added no great value to their lives, or numbers to their days.<br /><br />They struggled and worried and cried for nothing. They stressed and depressed and killed for nothing. Their lives had no meaning. Not a purpose, not a plan. Not a reason, nor a cause.<br /><br />Their problems were not problems, and their obstacles were not obstaclesexcept in their minds.<br /><br />That they existed at all is entirely irrelevant to us, here and now. So too will we be irrelevant. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/082/c/e/the_rest_is_silence_by_ahermin-d4tnd6s.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/082/c/e/the_rest_is_silence_by_ahermin-d4tnd6s.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/082/c/e/the_rest_is_silence_by_ahermin-d4tnd6s.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ You've lived so little that you tend to imagine you're not going to die; it seems improbable that human existence can be reduced to so little; one imagines, in spite of oneself, that sooner or later something is bound to happen. A big mistake. A life can just as well be both empty and short. The days slip by indifferently, leaving neither trace nor memory; and then all of a sudden they stop.<br /><br />Your Life is Largely Irrelevant<br /><br />When you step back thousands of years at a time, and look upon all those countless people who lived, struggled, and died on this earth, who appeared and disappeared in the blink of a cosmic eye, the comings and goings of any particular person or group of people seem as the comings and goings of the smallest germ colonies in the farthest jungles surely seems to you  completely and utterly meaningless.<br /><br />Sure, those men  in China and Syria  mattered to someone, but those someones too are gone and forgotten. Of what grand importance were any of them, really? They lived tough lives; ones they may actually have believed held meaning, and so they toiled and sweated, and planned and worried, to have food to buy for another day, or a roof to sleep under another night, or a goat or mule to pass down to another son.<br /><br />And THATS what caused them such great stress? THAT!? Some crumbs for dinner, or a thatched roof for a nap!? All of which are gone by the way. All of which added no great value to their lives, or numbers to their days.<br /><br />They struggled and worried and cried for nothing. They stressed and depressed and killed for nothing. Their lives had no meaning. Not a purpose, not a plan. Not a reason, nor a cause.<br /><br />Their problems were not problems, and their obstacles were not obstaclesexcept in their minds.<br /><br />That they existed at all is entirely irrelevant to us, here and now. So too will we be irrelevant.<br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/082/c/e/the_rest_is_silence_by_ahermin-d4tnd6s.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Reality Fades</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Reality-Fades-290255016</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 03:20:49 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Reality Fades</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I was spending my time in the doldrums<br />I was caught in the cauldron of hate<br />I felt persecuted and paralyzed<br />I thought that everything else would just wait<br />While you are wasting your time on your enemies<br />Engulfed in a fever of spite<br />Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades<br />Like shadows into the night<br /><br />To martyr yourself to caution<br />Is not going to help at all<br />Because there'll be no safety in numbers<br />When the Right One walks out of the door<br /><br />Can you see your days blighted by darkness?<br />Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?<br />Stuck in a world of isolation<br />While the ivy grows over the door<br /><br />So I open my door to my enemies<br />And I ask could we wipe the slate clean<br />But they tell me to please go fuck myself<br />You know you just can't win <br /><br />Pink Floyd ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/074/d/5/reality_fades_by_ahermin-d4st67c.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/074/d/5/reality_fades_by_ahermin-d4st67c.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/074/d/5/reality_fades_by_ahermin-d4st67c.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I was spending my time in the doldrums<br />I was caught in the cauldron of hate<br />I felt persecuted and paralyzed<br />I thought that everything else would just wait<br />While you are wasting your time on your enemies<br />Engulfed in a fever of spite<br />Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades<br />Like shadows into the night<br /><br />To martyr yourself to caution<br />Is not going to help at all<br />Because there'll be no safety in numbers<br />When the Right One walks out of the door<br /><br />Can you see your days blighted by darkness?<br />Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?<br />Stuck in a world of isolation<br />While the ivy grows over the door<br /><br />So I open my door to my enemies<br />And I ask could we wipe the slate clean<br />But they tell me to please go fuck myself<br />You know you just can't win <br /><br />Pink Floyd<br /><div><img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/074/d/5/reality_fades_by_ahermin-d4st67c.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Nothing to Loose But Our Chains -  A World to Win</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Nothing-to-Loose-But-Our-Chains-A-World-to-Win-288498450</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2012 23:53:11 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Nothing to Loose But Our Chains -  A World to Win</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Religion is, indeed, the self-consciousness and self-esteem of man who has either not yet won through to himself, or has already lost himself again. But man is no abstract being squatting outside the world. Man is the world of manstate, society. This state and this society produce religion, which is an inverted consciousness of the world, because they are an inverted world. Religion is the general theory of this world, its encyclopedic compendium, its logic in popular form, its spiritual point d'honneur, its enthusiasm, its moral sanction, its solemn complement, and its universal basis of consolation and justification. It is the fantastic realization of the human essence since the human essence has not acquired any true reality. The struggle against religion is, therefore, indirectly the struggle against that world whose spiritual aroma is religion. Religious suffering is, at one and the same time, the expression of real suffering and a protest against real suffering. Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people. The abolition of religion as the illusory happiness of the people is the demand for their real happiness. To call on them to give up their illusions about their condition is to call on them to give up a condition that requires illusions. The criticism of religion is, therefore, in embryo, the criticism of that vale of tears of which religion is the halo<br />&#8213; Karl Marx ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2013/144/e/4/nothing_to_loose_but_our_chains____a_world_to_win_by_ahermin-d4rritu.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2013/144/e/4/nothing_to_loose_but_our_chains____a_world_to_win_by_ahermin-d4rritu.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/144/e/4/nothing_to_loose_but_our_chains____a_world_to_win_by_ahermin-d4rritu.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Religion is, indeed, the self-consciousness and self-esteem of man who has either not yet won through to himself, or has already lost himself again. But man is no abstract being squatting outside the world. Man is the world of manstate, society. This state and this society produce religion, which is an inverted consciousness of the world, because they are an inverted world. Religion is the general theory of this world, its encyclopedic compendium, its logic in popular form, its spiritual point d'honneur, its enthusiasm, its moral sanction, its solemn complement, and its universal basis of consolation and justification. It is the fantastic realization of the human essence since the human essence has not acquired any true reality. The struggle against religion is, therefore, indirectly the struggle against that world whose spiritual aroma is religion. Religious suffering is, at one and the same time, the expression of real suffering and a protest against real suffering. Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people. The abolition of religion as the illusory happiness of the people is the demand for their real happiness. To call on them to give up their illusions about their condition is to call on them to give up a condition that requires illusions. The criticism of religion is, therefore, in embryo, the criticism of that vale of tears of which religion is the halo<br />&#8213; Karl Marx<br /><div><img src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2013/144/e/4/nothing_to_loose_but_our_chains____a_world_to_win_by_ahermin-d4rritu.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Let Me</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Let-Me-287792435</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 00:23:58 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Let Me</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Let me put my love into you, babe<br />Let me put my love on the line<br />Let me put my love into you, babe<br />Let me cut your cake with my knife<br />Oh, Like a fever<br />Burning faster<br />You spark the fire in me<br />Crazy feelings<br />Got me reeling<br />They got me raising steam<br />Don't you struggle<br />Don't you fight<br />Don't you worry<br />'Cause it's your turn tonight<br />Yeah<br /><br />AC/DC ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/060/a/3/let_me_by_ahermin-d4rce2b.jpg" height="150" width="100"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/060/a/3/let_me_by_ahermin-d4rce2b.jpg" height="451" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/060/a/3/let_me_by_ahermin-d4rce2b.jpg" height="902" width="600" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Let me put my love into you, babe<br />Let me put my love on the line<br />Let me put my love into you, babe<br />Let me cut your cake with my knife<br />Oh, Like a fever<br />Burning faster<br />You spark the fire in me<br />Crazy feelings<br />Got me reeling<br />They got me raising steam<br />Don't you struggle<br />Don't you fight<br />Don't you worry<br />'Cause it's your turn tonight<br />Yeah<br /><br />AC/DC<br /><div><img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/060/a/3/let_me_by_ahermin-d4rce2b.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>You Can't See Me</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/You-Can-t-See-Me-284067671</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 23:15:53 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">You Can't See Me</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Alone in the clouds all blue<br />Lying on an eiderdown.<br />Yippee! You can't see me<br />But I can you.<br /><br />Lazing in the foggy dew<br />Sitting on a unicorn.<br />No fair, you can't hear me<br />But I can you.<br /><br />Watching buttercups cup the light<br />Sleeping on a dandelion.<br />Too much, I won't touch you<br />But then I might.<br /><br />Screaming through the starlit sky<br />Traveling by telephone.<br />Hey ho, here we go<br />Ever so high.<br /><br />Alone in the clouds all blue<br />Lying on an eiderdown.<br />Yippee! You can't see me<br />But I can you. <br /><br />Flaming, Alone in the clouds all blue<br />Lying on an eiderdown.<br />Yippee! You can't see me<br />But I can you.<br /><br />Lazing in the foggy dew<br />Sitting on a unicorn.<br />No fair, you can't hear me<br />But I can you.<br /><br />Watching buttercups cup the light<br />Sleeping on a dandelion.<br />Too much, I won't touch you<br />But then I might.<br /><br />Screaming through the starlit sky<br />Traveling by telephone.<br />Hey ho, here we go<br />Ever so high.<br /><br />Alone in the clouds all blue<br />Lying on an eiderdown.<br />Yippee! You can't see me<br />But I can you.<br /><br /><i>Flaming, by S. Barrett, Pink Floyd,, from album The Piper at the Gates of Dawn</i> ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/039/4/0/you_can__t_see_me_by_ahermin-d4p4k0n.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/039/4/0/you_can__t_see_me_by_ahermin-d4p4k0n.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/039/4/0/you_can__t_see_me_by_ahermin-d4p4k0n.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Alone in the clouds all blue<br />Lying on an eiderdown.<br />Yippee! You can't see me<br />But I can you.<br /><br />Lazing in the foggy dew<br />Sitting on a unicorn.<br />No fair, you can't hear me<br />But I can you.<br /><br />Watching buttercups cup the light<br />Sleeping on a dandelion.<br />Too much, I won't touch you<br />But then I might.<br /><br />Screaming through the starlit sky<br />Traveling by telephone.<br />Hey ho, here we go<br />Ever so high.<br /><br />Alone in the clouds all blue<br />Lying on an eiderdown.<br />Yippee! You can't see me<br />But I can you. <br /><br />Flaming, Alone in the clouds all blue<br />Lying on an eiderdown.<br />Yippee! You can't see me<br />But I can you.<br /><br />Lazing in the foggy dew<br />Sitting on a unicorn.<br />No fair, you can't hear me<br />But I can you.<br /><br />Watching buttercups cup the light<br />Sleeping on a dandelion.<br />Too much, I won't touch you<br />But then I might.<br /><br />Screaming through the starlit sky<br />Traveling by telephone.<br />Hey ho, here we go<br />Ever so high.<br /><br />Alone in the clouds all blue<br />Lying on an eiderdown.<br />Yippee! You can't see me<br />But I can you.<br /><br /><i>Flaming, by S. Barrett, Pink Floyd,, from album The Piper at the Gates of Dawn</i><br /><div><img src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/039/4/0/you_can__t_see_me_by_ahermin-d4p4k0n.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Two Suns in the Sunset</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Two-Suns-in-the-Sunset-283929350</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 06:01:46 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Two Suns in the Sunset</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ in my rear view mirror the sun is going down<br />sinking behind bridges in the road<br />and i think of all the good things<br />that we have left undone<br />and i suffer premonitions<br />confirm suspicions<br />of the holocaust to come<br />the rusty wire that holds the cork<br />that keeps the anger in<br />gives way<br />and suddenly it's day again<br />the sun is in the east<br />even though the day is done<br />two suns in the sunset<br /><br />Pink Floyd ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/039/9/0/two_suns_in_the_sunset_by_ahermin-d4p1lae.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/039/9/0/two_suns_in_the_sunset_by_ahermin-d4p1lae.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/039/9/0/two_suns_in_the_sunset_by_ahermin-d4p1lae.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ in my rear view mirror the sun is going down<br />sinking behind bridges in the road<br />and i think of all the good things<br />that we have left undone<br />and i suffer premonitions<br />confirm suspicions<br />of the holocaust to come<br />the rusty wire that holds the cork<br />that keeps the anger in<br />gives way<br />and suddenly it's day again<br />the sun is in the east<br />even though the day is done<br />two suns in the sunset<br /><br />Pink Floyd<br /><div><img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/039/9/0/two_suns_in_the_sunset_by_ahermin-d4p1lae.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>In the And</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 03:22:43 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">In the And</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here<br />And I'm most obliged to you for making it clear<br />That I'm not here.<br />And I never knew the moon could be so big<br />And I never knew the moon could be so blue<br />And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes<br />And brought me here instead dressed in red<br />And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.<br /><br />I don't care if the sun don't shine<br />And I don't care if nothing is mine<br />And I don't care if I'm nervous with you<br />I'll do my loving in the winter.<br /><br />And the sea isn't green<br />And I love the queen<br />And what exactly is a dream?<br />And what exactly is a joke?<br /><br /><i>This is the last song written by Syd Barrett and performed by Pink Floyd. It's his only contribution to "A Saucerful Of Secrets" album as a song writer.</i> ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/038/b/f/in_the_and_by_ahermin-d4oxqbo.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/038/b/f/in_the_and_by_ahermin-d4oxqbo.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/038/b/f/in_the_and_by_ahermin-d4oxqbo.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here<br />And I'm most obliged to you for making it clear<br />That I'm not here.<br />And I never knew the moon could be so big<br />And I never knew the moon could be so blue<br />And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes<br />And brought me here instead dressed in red<br />And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.<br /><br />I don't care if the sun don't shine<br />And I don't care if nothing is mine<br />And I don't care if I'm nervous with you<br />I'll do my loving in the winter.<br /><br />And the sea isn't green<br />And I love the queen<br />And what exactly is a dream?<br />And what exactly is a joke?<br /><br /><i>This is the last song written by Syd Barrett and performed by Pink Floyd. It's his only contribution to "A Saucerful Of Secrets" album as a song writer.</i><br /><div><img src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/038/b/f/in_the_and_by_ahermin-d4oxqbo.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Red and Yellow</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Red-and-Yellow-283572289</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 00:41:54 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Red and Yellow</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ It's no good trying to place your hand<br />where I can't see because I understand<br />that you're different from me<br />yes I can tell<br />that you can't be what you pretend<br />and you're rocking me backwards<br />and you're rocking towards the<br />red and yellow mane of a stallion horse<br /><i>S. Barret</i> ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/037/8/b/red_and_yellow_by_ahermin-d4otxs1.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/037/8/b/red_and_yellow_by_ahermin-d4otxs1.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/037/8/b/red_and_yellow_by_ahermin-d4otxs1.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ It's no good trying to place your hand<br />where I can't see because I understand<br />that you're different from me<br />yes I can tell<br />that you can't be what you pretend<br />and you're rocking me backwards<br />and you're rocking towards the<br />red and yellow mane of a stallion horse<br /><i>S. Barret</i><br /><div><img src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/037/8/b/red_and_yellow_by_ahermin-d4otxs1.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Rope Halter Training</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Rope-Halter-Training-283383857</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 04:05:17 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Rope Halter Training</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <b>DISCLAIMER: No Animals Were Harmed During the Making of This Picture</b><br /><br />When working with horses which are young and inexperienced, gentling an adopted wild horse or working with a horse who displays behavior problems, it is of utmost importance to use the right equipment. Even with well broke horses, using the right equipment makes handling horses safer, more predictable and easier on both horse and handler. This information sheet is devoted to discussing rope halters.<br /><br />A halter can have a great deal more purpose than merely attaching a horse to a rope. It is a primary means of communicating with the horse when handling him from the ground. Yet, I see time and again people using web or leather halters, padding them so that they will be comfy, then running for a stud chain when they want the horse to do anything. There IS a better way!<br /><br />Let's consider the purpose of any device which we use on a horse:<br /> -It needs to convey a message.<br /> -That message needs to be clear and not include a bunch of "background noise".<br /> -It needs to be safe for both horse and handler<br /> -It needs to be both durable and reliable<br /><br />TRAINING WITH THE HALTER<br /><br />Here is a brief overview of some principal training uses for the halter:<br /><br /> -Backing the horse down the leadrope - This drill is of immense importance since it is one of the few ways you can keep your horse from crowding you when leading him, especially when he gets nervous. The contact of the rope halter is "clear" enough that with some simple training, just a light shake of the leadrope will cause the horse to give you the separation you need for safety.<br /><br /> Bending and suppling - The position of the knot makes it very desirable on the part of the horse to bend to you when you ask, which is not only important for getting the horses neck and shoulders "unlocked", but also for teaching disengagement (a real important safety issue).<br /><br /> Following on cue - When teaching your horse to "walk up" or "step up" when you ask, the double strand behind the poll makes good and clear contact so that your horse should respond to you when you issue a "light" request.<br /><br /> Tying - Particularly with young horses and ingrained halter pullers, you need to set up a situation where the horse can pull and not liberate himself, thereby reinforcing the bad habit, yet not hurt himself. The rope halter has no metal parts to break or cut the horse, if made with the proper materials, it will resist "burning" the horse, and when PROPERLY TIED (key point here!) the horse should be able to pull and not hurt himself. (You need to know what you are doing when dealing with chronic halter pullers, but you also need the right equipment!)<br /><br /><i>(more detailed info on www.kbrhorse.net/tra/halter01.html)</i> ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/036/0/5/rope_halter_training_by_ahermin-d4opwdt.jpg" height="150" width="100"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/036/0/5/rope_halter_training_by_ahermin-d4opwdt.jpg" height="451" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/036/0/5/rope_halter_training_by_ahermin-d4opwdt.jpg" height="902" width="600" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <b>DISCLAIMER: No Animals Were Harmed During the Making of This Picture</b><br /><br />When working with horses which are young and inexperienced, gentling an adopted wild horse or working with a horse who displays behavior problems, it is of utmost importance to use the right equipment. Even with well broke horses, using the right equipment makes handling horses safer, more predictable and easier on both horse and handler. This information sheet is devoted to discussing rope halters.<br /><br />A halter can have a great deal more purpose than merely attaching a horse to a rope. It is a primary means of communicating with the horse when handling him from the ground. Yet, I see time and again people using web or leather halters, padding them so that they will be comfy, then running for a stud chain when they want the horse to do anything. There IS a better way!<br /><br />Let's consider the purpose of any device which we use on a horse:<br /> -It needs to convey a message.<br /> -That message needs to be clear and not include a bunch of "background noise".<br /> -It needs to be safe for both horse and handler<br /> -It needs to be both durable and reliable<br /><br />TRAINING WITH THE HALTER<br /><br />Here is a brief overview of some principal training uses for the halter:<br /><br /> -Backing the horse down the leadrope - This drill is of immense importance since it is one of the few ways you can keep your horse from crowding you when leading him, especially when he gets nervous. The contact of the rope halter is "clear" enough that with some simple training, just a light shake of the leadrope will cause the horse to give you the separation you need for safety.<br /><br /> Bending and suppling - The position of the knot makes it very desirable on the part of the horse to bend to you when you ask, which is not only important for getting the horses neck and shoulders "unlocked", but also for teaching disengagement (a real important safety issue).<br /><br /> Following on cue - When teaching your horse to "walk up" or "step up" when you ask, the double strand behind the poll makes good and clear contact so that your horse should respond to you when you issue a "light" request.<br /><br /> Tying - Particularly with young horses and ingrained halter pullers, you need to set up a situation where the horse can pull and not liberate himself, thereby reinforcing the bad habit, yet not hurt himself. The rope halter has no metal parts to break or cut the horse, if made with the proper materials, it will resist "burning" the horse, and when PROPERLY TIED (key point here!) the horse should be able to pull and not hurt himself. (You need to know what you are doing when dealing with chronic halter pullers, but you also need the right equipment!)<br /><br /><i>(more detailed info on www.kbrhorse.net/tra/halter01.html)</i><br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/036/0/5/rope_halter_training_by_ahermin-d4opwdt.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Evening Star</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Evening-Star-282827323</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 00:20:47 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Evening Star</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ There was, as in the fairy tales,<br />As ne'er in the time's raid,<br />There was, of famous royal blood<br />A most beautiful maid.<br /><br />She was her parents' only child,<br />Bright like the sun at noon,<br />Like the Virgin midst the saints<br />And among stars the moon.<br /><br />From the deep shadow of the vaults<br />Her step now she directs<br />Toward a window; at its nook<br />Bright Evening-star expects.<br /><br />She looks as in the distant seas<br />He rises, darts his rays<br />And leads the blackish, loaded ships<br />On the wet, moving, ways.<br /><br />To look at him every night<br />Her soul her instincts spur;<br />And as he looks at her for weeks<br />He falls in love with her.<br /><br />And as on her elbows she leans<br />Her temple and her whim<br />She feels in her heart and soul that<br />She falls in love with him.<br /><br />And ev'ry night his stormy flames<br />More stormily renew<br />When in the shadow of the castle<br />She shows to his bright view.<br /><br />M. Eminescu ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/033/6/9/evening_star_by_ahermin-d4odyyj.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/033/6/9/evening_star_by_ahermin-d4odyyj.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/033/6/9/evening_star_by_ahermin-d4odyyj.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ There was, as in the fairy tales,<br />As ne'er in the time's raid,<br />There was, of famous royal blood<br />A most beautiful maid.<br /><br />She was her parents' only child,<br />Bright like the sun at noon,<br />Like the Virgin midst the saints<br />And among stars the moon.<br /><br />From the deep shadow of the vaults<br />Her step now she directs<br />Toward a window; at its nook<br />Bright Evening-star expects.<br /><br />She looks as in the distant seas<br />He rises, darts his rays<br />And leads the blackish, loaded ships<br />On the wet, moving, ways.<br /><br />To look at him every night<br />Her soul her instincts spur;<br />And as he looks at her for weeks<br />He falls in love with her.<br /><br />And as on her elbows she leans<br />Her temple and her whim<br />She feels in her heart and soul that<br />She falls in love with him.<br /><br />And ev'ry night his stormy flames<br />More stormily renew<br />When in the shadow of the castle<br />She shows to his bright view.<br /><br />M. Eminescu<br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/033/6/9/evening_star_by_ahermin-d4odyyj.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Young Lust</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Young-Lust-282658111</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 23:18:49 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Young Lust</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I am just a new boy,<br />Stranger in this town.<br />Where are all the good times?<br />Who's gonna show this stranger around?<br />Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.<br />Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.<br /><br />Will some woman in this desert land<br />Make me feel like a real man?<br />Take this rock and roll refugee<br />Oooh, baby set me free.<br /><br />Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.<br />Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.<br /><br />Pink Floyd ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/031/7/4/young_lust_by_ahermin-d4oace7.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/031/7/4/young_lust_by_ahermin-d4oace7.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/031/7/4/young_lust_by_ahermin-d4oace7.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I am just a new boy,<br />Stranger in this town.<br />Where are all the good times?<br />Who's gonna show this stranger around?<br />Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.<br />Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.<br /><br />Will some woman in this desert land<br />Make me feel like a real man?<br />Take this rock and roll refugee<br />Oooh, baby set me free.<br /><br />Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.<br />Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.<br /><br />Pink Floyd<br /><div><img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/031/7/4/young_lust_by_ahermin-d4oace7.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Comrade Napoleon</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Comrade-Napoleon-282490871</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 23:42:43 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Comrade Napoleon</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ "It had become usual to give Napoleon the credit for every successful achievement and every stroke of good fortune. You would often hear one hen remark to another, 'Under the guidance of our Leader, Comrade Napoleon, I have laid five eggs in six days'; or two cows, enjoying a drink at the pool, would exclaim, 'Thanks to the leadership of Comrade Napoleon, how excellent this water tastes!" - George Orwell, Animal Farm ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/030/6/2/comrade_napoleon_by_ahermin-d4o6rcn.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/030/6/2/comrade_napoleon_by_ahermin-d4o6rcn.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/030/6/2/comrade_napoleon_by_ahermin-d4o6rcn.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ "It had become usual to give Napoleon the credit for every successful achievement and every stroke of good fortune. You would often hear one hen remark to another, 'Under the guidance of our Leader, Comrade Napoleon, I have laid five eggs in six days'; or two cows, enjoying a drink at the pool, would exclaim, 'Thanks to the leadership of Comrade Napoleon, how excellent this water tastes!" - George Orwell, Animal Farm<br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/030/6/2/comrade_napoleon_by_ahermin-d4o6rcn.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>We Found a Big Dog</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/We-Found-a-Big-Dog-282322303</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 01:38:18 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">We Found a Big Dog</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.<br />You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,<br />You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.<br />And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,<br />You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.<br /><br />And after a while, you can work on points for style.<br />Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,<br />A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.<br />You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,<br />So that when they turn their backs on you,<br />You'll get the chance to put the knife in.<br /><br />You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.<br />You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you<br />get older.<br />And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,<br />Hide your head in the sand,<br />Just another sad old man,<br />All alone and dying of cancer.<br /><br /><i> Dogs, Pink Floyd</i> ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/030/b/e/we_found_a_big_dog_by_ahermin-d4o35a7.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/030/b/e/we_found_a_big_dog_by_ahermin-d4o35a7.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/030/b/e/we_found_a_big_dog_by_ahermin-d4o35a7.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.<br />You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,<br />You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.<br />And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,<br />You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.<br /><br />And after a while, you can work on points for style.<br />Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,<br />A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.<br />You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,<br />So that when they turn their backs on you,<br />You'll get the chance to put the knife in.<br /><br />You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.<br />You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you<br />get older.<br />And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,<br />Hide your head in the sand,<br />Just another sad old man,<br />All alone and dying of cancer.<br /><br /><i> Dogs, Pink Floyd</i><br /><div><img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/030/b/e/we_found_a_big_dog_by_ahermin-d4o35a7.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Go Fishing</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Go-Fishing-281576387</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 00:29:59 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Go Fishing</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ As cars go by I cast my mind's eye Over back packs on roof racks Beyond the horizon Where dream makers Working white plastic processors Invite the unwary To reach for the pie in the sky Go fishing my boy!<br />R.Waters ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/026/e/a/go_fishing_by_ahermin-d4nn5qb.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/026/e/a/go_fishing_by_ahermin-d4nn5qb.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/026/e/a/go_fishing_by_ahermin-d4nn5qb.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ As cars go by I cast my mind's eye Over back packs on roof racks Beyond the horizon Where dream makers Working white plastic processors Invite the unwary To reach for the pie in the sky Go fishing my boy!<br />R.Waters<br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/026/e/a/go_fishing_by_ahermin-d4nn5qb.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>Dark Eyes Crying Gold</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Dark-Eyes-Crying-Gold-281419101</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 03:04:53 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Dark Eyes Crying Gold</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Midnight blue burning gold.<br />A yellow moon is growing cold.<br />I rise, looking through my morning eyes,<br />Surprised to find you by my side.<br />Rack my brain to try to remember your name<br />To find the words to tell you goodbye.<br />Morning dues.<br />Newborn day.<br />Midnight blue turn to gray.<br />Midnight blue burning gold.<br />A yellow moon is growing cold. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/025/7/c/dark_eyes_crying_gold_by_ahermin-d4njsd9.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/025/7/c/dark_eyes_crying_gold_by_ahermin-d4njsd9.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/025/7/c/dark_eyes_crying_gold_by_ahermin-d4njsd9.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Midnight blue burning gold.<br />A yellow moon is growing cold.<br />I rise, looking through my morning eyes,<br />Surprised to find you by my side.<br />Rack my brain to try to remember your name<br />To find the words to tell you goodbye.<br />Morning dues.<br />Newborn day.<br />Midnight blue turn to gray.<br />Midnight blue burning gold.<br />A yellow moon is growing cold.<br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/025/7/c/dark_eyes_crying_gold_by_ahermin-d4njsd9.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Up in the Sky</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Up-in-the-Sky-281246348</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 01:17:21 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Up in the Sky</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <b>Every morning at seven oclock,<br />There were twenty tarriers a-working at the rock.<br />And the boss comes round and he says Keep still,<br />And come down hard on the cast iron drill<br />And drill, ye tarriers drill. Drill, ye tarriers, drill!<br />Oh, its work all day for the sugar in your tay,<br />Down on the old railway,<br />And drill ye tarriers, drill. And blast, and fire. </b><br />Long you live and high you fly<br />And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry<br />And all you touch and all you see<br />Is all your life will ever be.<br /><i>Riders on the storm<br />Into this house we're born<br />Into this world we're thrown<br />Like a dog without a bone<br />An actor out alone<br />Riders on the storm</i><br />Run, rabbit run.<br />Dig that hole, forget the sun,<br />And when at last the work is done<br />Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.<br /><i>There's a killer on the road<br />His brain is squirmin' like a toad<br />Take a long holiday<br />Let your children play<br />If ya give this man a ride<br />Sweet memory will die</i><br />For long you live and high you fly<br />But only if you ride the tide<br />And balanced on the biggest wave<br />You race towards an early grave. <br /><b>Jim McGoff our new foreman,<br />By god, he was a blamed mean man,<br />Last week a premature blast went off,<br />And a mile in the air went Jim McGoff. <br />The next time pay day came around,<br />Jim McGoff one dollar short was found.<br />He asked what for. Came this reply:<br />You were docked for the time you were up in the sky.<br /><br />Thomas Casey &amp; Connelly</b> ,Pink Floyd, <i>Doors</i> ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/024/d/1/up_in_the_sky_by_ahermin-d4ng32k.jpg" height="150" width="100"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/024/d/1/up_in_the_sky_by_ahermin-d4ng32k.jpg" height="451" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/024/d/1/up_in_the_sky_by_ahermin-d4ng32k.jpg" height="902" width="600" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <b>Every morning at seven oclock,<br />There were twenty tarriers a-working at the rock.<br />And the boss comes round and he says Keep still,<br />And come down hard on the cast iron drill<br />And drill, ye tarriers drill. Drill, ye tarriers, drill!<br />Oh, its work all day for the sugar in your tay,<br />Down on the old railway,<br />And drill ye tarriers, drill. And blast, and fire. </b><br />Long you live and high you fly<br />And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry<br />And all you touch and all you see<br />Is all your life will ever be.<br /><i>Riders on the storm<br />Into this house we're born<br />Into this world we're thrown<br />Like a dog without a bone<br />An actor out alone<br />Riders on the storm</i><br />Run, rabbit run.<br />Dig that hole, forget the sun,<br />And when at last the work is done<br />Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.<br /><i>There's a killer on the road<br />His brain is squirmin' like a toad<br />Take a long holiday<br />Let your children play<br />If ya give this man a ride<br />Sweet memory will die</i><br />For long you live and high you fly<br />But only if you ride the tide<br />And balanced on the biggest wave<br />You race towards an early grave. <br /><b>Jim McGoff our new foreman,<br />By god, he was a blamed mean man,<br />Last week a premature blast went off,<br />And a mile in the air went Jim McGoff. <br />The next time pay day came around,<br />Jim McGoff one dollar short was found.<br />He asked what for. Came this reply:<br />You were docked for the time you were up in the sky.<br /><br />Thomas Casey &amp; Connelly</b> ,Pink Floyd, <i>Doors</i><br /><div><img src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/024/d/1/up_in_the_sky_by_ahermin-d4ng32k.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Anybody in there?</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Anybody-in-there-281069560</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 00:16:52 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Anybody in there?</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Hello? Hello? Hello?<br /><br />Is there anybody in there?<br />Just nod if you can hear me.<br />Is there anyone at home?<br />Come on now<br />I hear you're feeling down.<br />Well I can ease your pain<br />Get you on your feet again.<br />Relax.<br />I'll need some information first.<br />Just the basic facts.<br />Can you show me where it hurts?<br /><br />There is no pain you are receding<br />A distant ship smoke on the horizon.<br />You are only coming through in waves.<br />Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. <br /><i>Pink Floyd</i> ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/023/b/a/anybody_in_there__by_ahermin-d4ncans.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/023/b/a/anybody_in_there__by_ahermin-d4ncans.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/023/b/a/anybody_in_there__by_ahermin-d4ncans.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Hello? Hello? Hello?<br /><br />Is there anybody in there?<br />Just nod if you can hear me.<br />Is there anyone at home?<br />Come on now<br />I hear you're feeling down.<br />Well I can ease your pain<br />Get you on your feet again.<br />Relax.<br />I'll need some information first.<br />Just the basic facts.<br />Can you show me where it hurts?<br /><br />There is no pain you are receding<br />A distant ship smoke on the horizon.<br />You are only coming through in waves.<br />Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. <br /><i>Pink Floyd</i><br /><div><img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/023/b/a/anybody_in_there__by_ahermin-d4ncans.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>My Dog Romeo</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/My-Dog-Romeo-280872526</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 02:25:48 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">My Dog Romeo</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Stay and help me to end the day.<br />And of you don't mind,<br />We'll break a bottle of wine.<br />Stick around and maybe we'll put one down,<br />Because I wanna find what lies behind those eyes.<br />[...]<br />Morning dues.<br />Newborn day.<br />Midnight blue turn to gray.<br />Midnight blue burning gold.<br />A yellow moon is growing cold.<br /><i>Pink Floyd</i><br /><br />While walking my dog Romeo on Haifa's (Israel) beach few evenings ago I bumped into this message to Juliet in Verona, Italy. As nobody looked, I opened the bottle with the hope to find a treasure map. I was quite surprised to see that the letter is written in Korean. I would really appreciate if somebody could translate it.<br />You can see it here:<br /><span class="shadow-holder"><span class="mild shadow" ><a class="thumb" href="http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Message-in-a-bottle-278652160" title="Message in a bottle by =ahermin, Jan 10, 2012 in Photography &gt; Abstract &amp; Surreal &gt; Surreal" super_img="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/010/9/4/message_in_a_bottle_by_ahermin-d4lwhds.jpg" super_w="900" super_h="675"><i></i><img width="150" height="113" src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/150/f/2012/010/9/4/message_in_a_bottle_by_ahermin-d4lwhds.jpg" data-src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/150/f/2012/010/9/4/message_in_a_bottle_by_ahermin-d4lwhds.jpg"></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span> ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/022/0/5/my_dog_romeo_by_ahermin-d4n82mm.jpg" height="150" width="100"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/022/0/5/my_dog_romeo_by_ahermin-d4n82mm.jpg" height="451" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/022/0/5/my_dog_romeo_by_ahermin-d4n82mm.jpg" height="902" width="600" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Stay and help me to end the day.<br />And of you don't mind,<br />We'll break a bottle of wine.<br />Stick around and maybe we'll put one down,<br />Because I wanna find what lies behind those eyes.<br />[...]<br />Morning dues.<br />Newborn day.<br />Midnight blue turn to gray.<br />Midnight blue burning gold.<br />A yellow moon is growing cold.<br /><i>Pink Floyd</i><br /><br />While walking my dog Romeo on Haifa's (Israel) beach few evenings ago I bumped into this message to Juliet in Verona, Italy. As nobody looked, I opened the bottle with the hope to find a treasure map. I was quite surprised to see that the letter is written in Korean. I would really appreciate if somebody could translate it.<br />You can see it here:<br /><span class="shadow-holder"><span class="mild shadow" ><a class="thumb" href="http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Message-in-a-bottle-278652160" title="Message in a bottle by =ahermin, Jan 10, 2012 in Photography &gt; Abstract &amp; Surreal &gt; Surreal" super_img="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/010/9/4/message_in_a_bottle_by_ahermin-d4lwhds.jpg" super_w="900" super_h="675"><i></i><img width="150" height="113" src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/150/f/2012/010/9/4/message_in_a_bottle_by_ahermin-d4lwhds.jpg" data-src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/150/f/2012/010/9/4/message_in_a_bottle_by_ahermin-d4lwhds.jpg"></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><div><img src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/022/0/5/my_dog_romeo_by_ahermin-d4n82mm.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Way You Kiss</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/The-Way-You-Kiss-280228080</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 23:37:10 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Way You Kiss</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ when I woke up today and you weren't there to play then I wanted to be with you when you showed me your eyes whispered love at the skies then I wanted to stay with you inside me I feel alone and unreal and the way you kiss will always be a very special thing to me...<br /><br />If you dont need my love anymore dont throw it like a pair of shoes. Live it somewhere, in a place where many people walk. Like a busy street or a movie theater. Maybe somebody that needs it will find it.<br />It is normal to gather at home lots of stuff that you dont need any more. Things that waste otherwise useful space. You stumble on them while walking around and this may hurt your. Then one day you throw them away altogether.<br />This happened with my love. You stumble on it and you think it makes no sense to keep it still. Dont throw it, live it somewhere, in a place where people pass . Maybe somebody that needs it will find it. Dont think that if youd let it in the street a car will squash it. <br />It would be fun, but I am not that lucky. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/018/7/f/the_way_you_kiss_by_ahermin-d4mu9dc.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/018/7/f/the_way_you_kiss_by_ahermin-d4mu9dc.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/018/7/f/the_way_you_kiss_by_ahermin-d4mu9dc.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ when I woke up today and you weren't there to play then I wanted to be with you when you showed me your eyes whispered love at the skies then I wanted to stay with you inside me I feel alone and unreal and the way you kiss will always be a very special thing to me...<br /><br />If you dont need my love anymore dont throw it like a pair of shoes. Live it somewhere, in a place where many people walk. Like a busy street or a movie theater. Maybe somebody that needs it will find it.<br />It is normal to gather at home lots of stuff that you dont need any more. Things that waste otherwise useful space. You stumble on them while walking around and this may hurt your. Then one day you throw them away altogether.<br />This happened with my love. You stumble on it and you think it makes no sense to keep it still. Dont throw it, live it somewhere, in a place where people pass . Maybe somebody that needs it will find it. Dont think that if youd let it in the street a car will squash it. <br />It would be fun, but I am not that lucky.<br /><div><img src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/018/7/f/the_way_you_kiss_by_ahermin-d4mu9dc.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>LightER BeAVer</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/LightER-BeAVer-280052556</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 23:55:48 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">LightER BeAVer</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[  ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/017/8/c/lighter_beaver_by_ahermin-d4mqhxo.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/017/8/c/lighter_beaver_by_ahermin-d4mqhxo.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/017/8/c/lighter_beaver_by_ahermin-d4mqhxo.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <br /><div><img src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/017/8/c/lighter_beaver_by_ahermin-d4mqhxo.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>God's Elevator Speech</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/God-s-Elevator-Speech-279884256</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 00:04:11 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">God's Elevator Speech</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ ...welcome to the machine.<br />Where have you been?<br />It's alright we know where you've been.<br />You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,<br />Provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'.<br />You brought a guitar to punish your ma,<br />And you didn't like school, and you<br />know you're nobody's fool,<br />So welcome to the machine. <br /><br />An elevator speech is a short summary used to quickly and simply define a product, service, or organization and its value proposition. The name "elevator speech" reflects the idea that it should be possible to deliver the summary in the time span of an elevator ride, or approximately thirty seconds to two minutes.<br />An elevator speech is often used by an entrepreneur pitching an idea to a venture capitalist or angel investor to receive funding. Venture capitalists often judge the quality of an idea by the quality of its elevator speech and will ask entrepreneurs for their elevator speeches in order to quickly weed out bad ideas and weak teams.<br /><br />Moses is out in the wilderness, and he sees a bush that is burning, but not burning up. That gets his attention. Then he hears the voice of God, and Gods elevator speech: I am the God of your fathers, of Abraham, God of Isaac and God of Jacob.Ive heard the outcry of My people, and Ive come down to save them from the Egyptians.and Im sending you (Moses) to Pharoah to free My people (Ex 3:6-11) After turning down the job a few times, Moses then basically says, Who shall I say is calling? And here comes Gods verb-al introduction: God says, Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh. Even the Jewish Publication Society translation doesnt know what to do with this, so they just wrote transliterated Hebrew, but its something like, I will be that which I will be. For the first time, God actually has a name besides the one everyone else has been using, and its one that God creates for Gods-self. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/017/5/f/god__s_elevator_speech_by_ahermin-d4mmw2o.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/017/5/f/god__s_elevator_speech_by_ahermin-d4mmw2o.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/017/5/f/god__s_elevator_speech_by_ahermin-d4mmw2o.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ ...welcome to the machine.<br />Where have you been?<br />It's alright we know where you've been.<br />You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,<br />Provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'.<br />You brought a guitar to punish your ma,<br />And you didn't like school, and you<br />know you're nobody's fool,<br />So welcome to the machine. <br /><br />An elevator speech is a short summary used to quickly and simply define a product, service, or organization and its value proposition. The name "elevator speech" reflects the idea that it should be possible to deliver the summary in the time span of an elevator ride, or approximately thirty seconds to two minutes.<br />An elevator speech is often used by an entrepreneur pitching an idea to a venture capitalist or angel investor to receive funding. Venture capitalists often judge the quality of an idea by the quality of its elevator speech and will ask entrepreneurs for their elevator speeches in order to quickly weed out bad ideas and weak teams.<br /><br />Moses is out in the wilderness, and he sees a bush that is burning, but not burning up. That gets his attention. Then he hears the voice of God, and Gods elevator speech: I am the God of your fathers, of Abraham, God of Isaac and God of Jacob.Ive heard the outcry of My people, and Ive come down to save them from the Egyptians.and Im sending you (Moses) to Pharoah to free My people (Ex 3:6-11) After turning down the job a few times, Moses then basically says, Who shall I say is calling? And here comes Gods verb-al introduction: God says, Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh. Even the Jewish Publication Society translation doesnt know what to do with this, so they just wrote transliterated Hebrew, but its something like, I will be that which I will be. For the first time, God actually has a name besides the one everyone else has been using, and its one that God creates for Gods-self.<br /><div><img src="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/017/5/f/god__s_elevator_speech_by_ahermin-d4mmw2o.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Nobody Home</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Nobody-Home-279694237</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 00:36:48 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Nobody Home</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I've got a silver spoon on a chain<br />I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains<br />I've got wild staring eyes<br />I've got a strong urge to fly<br />But I've got nowhere to fly to<br />Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone<br />There's still nobody home<br />I've got a pair of Gohills boots<br />And I've got fading roots.<br /><br />Pink Floyd ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/016/a/6/nobody_home_by_ahermin-d4mitgd.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/016/a/6/nobody_home_by_ahermin-d4mitgd.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/016/a/6/nobody_home_by_ahermin-d4mitgd.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I've got a silver spoon on a chain<br />I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains<br />I've got wild staring eyes<br />I've got a strong urge to fly<br />But I've got nowhere to fly to<br />Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone<br />There's still nobody home<br />I've got a pair of Gohills boots<br />And I've got fading roots.<br /><br />Pink Floyd<br /><div><img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/016/a/6/nobody_home_by_ahermin-d4mitgd.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Division Bell</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 00:10:39 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Division Bell</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A prime number is a natural number greater than 1 that has no positive divisors other than 1 and itself. A natural number greater than 1 that is not a prime number is called a composite number. For example 5 is prime, as only 1 and 5 divide it, whereas 6 is composite, since it has the divisors 2 and 3 in addition to 1 and 6.<br />Many questions around prime numbers remain open, such as Goldbach's conjecture, which asserts that every even integer greater than 2 can be expressed as the sum of two primes, and the twin prime conjecture, which says that there are infinitely many pairs of primes whose difference is 2. <br /><br /><i>Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young<br />In a world of magnets and miracles our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary. The ringing of the division bell had begin.</i><br /><br />There are two kinds of cell division: mitosis and meiosis. Mitosis is essentially a duplication process: It produces two genetically identical "daughter" cells from a single "parent" cell. You grew from a single embryonic cell to the person you are now through mitosis. Even after you are grown, mitosis replaces cells lost through everyday wear and tear.<br />Meiosis, on the other hand, is quite different. It shuffles the genetic deck, generating daughter cells that are distinct from one another and from the original parent cell. Although virtually all of your cells can undergo mitosis, only a few special cells are capable of meiosis: those that will become eggs in females and sperm in males. So, basically, mitosis is for growth and maintenance, while meiosis is for sexual reproduction. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/012/f/c/the_division_bell_by_ahermin-d4m32bq.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/012/f/c/the_division_bell_by_ahermin-d4m32bq.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/012/f/c/the_division_bell_by_ahermin-d4m32bq.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A prime number is a natural number greater than 1 that has no positive divisors other than 1 and itself. A natural number greater than 1 that is not a prime number is called a composite number. For example 5 is prime, as only 1 and 5 divide it, whereas 6 is composite, since it has the divisors 2 and 3 in addition to 1 and 6.<br />Many questions around prime numbers remain open, such as Goldbach's conjecture, which asserts that every even integer greater than 2 can be expressed as the sum of two primes, and the twin prime conjecture, which says that there are infinitely many pairs of primes whose difference is 2. <br /><br /><i>Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young<br />In a world of magnets and miracles our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary. The ringing of the division bell had begin.</i><br /><br />There are two kinds of cell division: mitosis and meiosis. Mitosis is essentially a duplication process: It produces two genetically identical "daughter" cells from a single "parent" cell. You grew from a single embryonic cell to the person you are now through mitosis. Even after you are grown, mitosis replaces cells lost through everyday wear and tear.<br />Meiosis, on the other hand, is quite different. It shuffles the genetic deck, generating daughter cells that are distinct from one another and from the original parent cell. Although virtually all of your cells can undergo mitosis, only a few special cells are capable of meiosis: those that will become eggs in females and sperm in males. So, basically, mitosis is for growth and maintenance, while meiosis is for sexual reproduction.<br /><div><img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/012/f/c/the_division_bell_by_ahermin-d4m32bq.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Shell I Go</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Shell-I-Go-278803415</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 00:39:36 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Shell I Go</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Concrete cold face cased in steel Stark sharp glass-eyed crack and peel Bright light scream beam brake and squeal Red white green white neon wheel. Dream flesh love chase perfumed skin Greased hand teeth hide tinseled sin Spice ice dance chance sickly grin Pasteboard time slot sweat and spin Blind stick blind drunk cannot see Mouth dry tongue tied cannot speak Concrete dream flesh broken shell Lost soul lost trace lost in hell.<br /><br />Why boycott Shell?<br />Since the Nigerian government hanged 9 environmental activists in 1995 for speaking out against exploitation by Royal Dutch/Shell and the Nigeria government, outrage has exploded worldwide. The tribunal which convicted the men was part of a joint effort by the government and Shell to suppress a growing movement among the Ogoni people: a movement for environmental justice, for recognition of their human rights and for economic justice. Shell has brought extreme, irreparable environmental devastation to Ogoniland.<br /><br />Infectious agents cause most shellfish-associated illness. Hepatitis A, Norwalk virus, Vibrio parahaemolyticus, and Vibrio vulnificus all have been transmitted through shellfish ingestion. At least 4 distinct shellfish-poisoning syndromes have been identified, as follows:<br /> Paralytic shellfish poisoning (PSP)<br /> Neurologic shellfish poisoning (NSP)<br /> Diarrheal shellfish poisoning (DSP)<br /> Amnestic shellfish poisoning (ASP)<br />All 4 syndromes share some common features and primarily are associated with bivalve mollusks (eg, mussels, clams, oysters, scallops). These shellfish are filter feeders and, therefore, accumulate toxins produced by microscopic algae in the form of dinoflagellates and diatoms. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/011/6/e/shell_i_go_by_ahermin-d4lzq3b.jpg" height="150" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/011/6/e/shell_i_go_by_ahermin-d4lzq3b.jpg" height="300" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2012/011/6/e/shell_i_go_by_ahermin-d4lzq3b.jpg" height="894" width="894" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Concrete cold face cased in steel Stark sharp glass-eyed crack and peel Bright light scream beam brake and squeal Red white green white neon wheel. Dream flesh love chase perfumed skin Greased hand teeth hide tinseled sin Spice ice dance chance sickly grin Pasteboard time slot sweat and spin Blind stick blind drunk cannot see Mouth dry tongue tied cannot speak Concrete dream flesh broken shell Lost soul lost trace lost in hell.<br /><br />Why boycott Shell?<br />Since the Nigerian government hanged 9 environmental activists in 1995 for speaking out against exploitation by Royal Dutch/Shell and the Nigeria government, outrage has exploded worldwide. The tribunal which convicted the men was part of a joint effort by the government and Shell to suppress a growing movement among the Ogoni people: a movement for environmental justice, for recognition of their human rights and for economic justice. Shell has brought extreme, irreparable environmental devastation to Ogoniland.<br /><br />Infectious agents cause most shellfish-associated illness. Hepatitis A, Norwalk virus, Vibrio parahaemolyticus, and Vibrio vulnificus all have been transmitted through shellfish ingestion. At least 4 distinct shellfish-poisoning syndromes have been identified, as follows:<br /> Paralytic shellfish poisoning (PSP)<br /> Neurologic shellfish poisoning (NSP)<br /> Diarrheal shellfish poisoning (DSP)<br /> Amnestic shellfish poisoning (ASP)<br />All 4 syndromes share some common features and primarily are associated with bivalve mollusks (eg, mussels, clams, oysters, scallops). These shellfish are filter feeders and, therefore, accumulate toxins produced by microscopic algae in the form of dinoflagellates and diatoms.<br /><div><img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/011/6/e/shell_i_go_by_ahermin-d4lzq3b.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>To Juliet</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/To-Juliet-278652495</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 03:56:04 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">To Juliet</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ While walking on Haifa's (Israel) beach last evening I bumped into this message to Juliet in Verona, Italy. As nobody was seeing me, I opened the bottle in the hope I'll find a treasure map at least. I must say that I was quite surprised to see that the letter is written in Chinese or maybe Korean language. You can see it here :thumb278652160: and I would really appreciate if somebody could translate it. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/010/a/1/to_juliet_by_ahermin-d4lwhn3.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/010/a/1/to_juliet_by_ahermin-d4lwhn3.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/010/a/1/to_juliet_by_ahermin-d4lwhn3.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ While walking on Haifa's (Israel) beach last evening I bumped into this message to Juliet in Verona, Italy. As nobody was seeing me, I opened the bottle in the hope I'll find a treasure map at least. I must say that I was quite surprised to see that the letter is written in Chinese or maybe Korean language. You can see it here :thumb278652160: and I would really appreciate if somebody could translate it.<br /><div><img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/010/a/1/to_juliet_by_ahermin-d4lwhn3.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Message in a bottle</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Message-in-a-bottle-278652160</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 03:50:28 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Message in a bottle</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I would really appreciate if somebody could translate this in English. I found the letter in a bottle in Haifa, Israel.<br />Thanks,<br />H ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/150/f/2012/010/9/4/message_in_a_bottle_by_ahermin-d4lwhds.jpg" height="113" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/f/2012/010/9/4/message_in_a_bottle_by_ahermin-d4lwhds.jpg" height="225" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/010/9/4/message_in_a_bottle_by_ahermin-d4lwhds.jpg" height="675" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I would really appreciate if somebody could translate this in English. I found the letter in a bottle in Haifa, Israel.<br />Thanks,<br />H<br /><div><img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/f/2012/010/9/4/message_in_a_bottle_by_ahermin-d4lwhds.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Unto the Star</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Unto-the-Star-278476573</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 01:05:40 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Unto the Star</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/h/ahermin.gif?4</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ 'Tis such a long way to the star<br />Rising above our shore<br />It took its light to come so far<br />Thousands of years and more.<br /><br />It may have long died on its way<br />Into the distant blue<br />And only now appears its ray<br />To shine for us as true.<br /><br />We see its icon slowly rise<br />And climb the canopy;<br />It lived when still unknown to eyes,<br />We see what ceased to be.<br /><br />And so it is when yearning love<br />Dies into the deepest night:<br />Extinct its flame, still glows above<br />And haunts us with its light.<br /><br />M. Eminescu ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/009/1/a/unto_the_star_by_ahermin-d4lspwd.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/009/1/a/unto_the_star_by_ahermin-d4lspwd.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/009/1/a/unto_the_star_by_ahermin-d4lspwd.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ 'Tis such a long way to the star<br />Rising above our shore<br />It took its light to come so far<br />Thousands of years and more.<br /><br />It may have long died on its way<br />Into the distant blue<br />And only now appears its ray<br />To shine for us as true.<br /><br />We see its icon slowly rise<br />And climb the canopy;<br />It lived when still unknown to eyes,<br />We see what ceased to be.<br /><br />And so it is when yearning love<br />Dies into the deepest night:<br />Extinct its flame, still glows above<br />And haunts us with its light.<br /><br />M. Eminescu<br /><div><img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2012/009/1/a/unto_the_star_by_ahermin-d4lspwd.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Haunted by a Dream</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Haunted-by-a-Dream-277762674</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 06:14:47 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Haunted by a Dream</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land<br />Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:<br />A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,<br />But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking<br /><br />He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise<br />In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise<br />He's chained forever to a world that's departed<br />It's not enough, it's not enough<br /><br />His blood has frozen &amp; curdled with fright<br />His knees have trembled &amp; given way in the night<br />His hand has weakened at the moment of truth<br />His step has faltered<br /><br />One world, one soul<br />Time pass, the river rolls ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/005/9/2/haunted_by_a_dream_by_ahermin-d4ldf1u.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/005/9/2/haunted_by_a_dream_by_ahermin-d4ldf1u.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/005/9/2/haunted_by_a_dream_by_ahermin-d4ldf1u.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land<br />Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:<br />A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,<br />But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking<br /><br />He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise<br />In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise<br />He's chained forever to a world that's departed<br />It's not enough, it's not enough<br /><br />His blood has frozen &amp; curdled with fright<br />His knees have trembled &amp; given way in the night<br />His hand has weakened at the moment of truth<br />His step has faltered<br /><br />One world, one soul<br />Time pass, the river rolls<br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/005/9/2/haunted_by_a_dream_by_ahermin-d4ldf1u.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>Halved</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Halved-277561965</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 00:05:43 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Halved</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/h/ahermin.gif?4</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I was half the way down, treading the sand<br />please, please, lift a hand<br />she's so high on the air<br />half and half, half and half<br />all you have to do to call<br />swan lee kept time, half on land, half on water,<br />plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines<br />hanging on in quiet desperation<br />the time is gone, the song is over ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/004/0/5/halved_by_ahermin-d4l946l.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/004/0/5/halved_by_ahermin-d4l946l.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/004/0/5/halved_by_ahermin-d4l946l.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I was half the way down, treading the sand<br />please, please, lift a hand<br />she's so high on the air<br />half and half, half and half<br />all you have to do to call<br />swan lee kept time, half on land, half on water,<br />plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines<br />hanging on in quiet desperation<br />the time is gone, the song is over<br /><div><img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/004/0/5/halved_by_ahermin-d4l946l.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Final Cut</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Final-Cut-277382039</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 00:51:39 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Final Cut</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/h/ahermin.gif?4</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes<br />I can barely define the shape of this moment in time<br />And far from flying high in clear blue skies<br />I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide. <br /><br />And if I show you my dark side<br />Will you still hold me tonight?<br />And if I open my heart to you<br />And show you my weak side<br />What would you do?<br />Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?<br />Would you take the children away<br />And leave me alone?<br />And smile in reassurance<br />As you whisper down the phone?<br />Would you send me packing?<br />Or would you take me home?<br /><br />Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,<br />Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.<br />I held the blade in trembling hands<br />Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang<br />I never had the nerve to make the final cut. <br /><br />Pink Floyd ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/003/2/3/final_cut_by_ahermin-d4l59cn.jpg" height="150" width="100"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/003/2/3/final_cut_by_ahermin-d4l59cn.jpg" height="451" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/003/2/3/final_cut_by_ahermin-d4l59cn.jpg" height="902" width="600" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes<br />I can barely define the shape of this moment in time<br />And far from flying high in clear blue skies<br />I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide. <br /><br />And if I show you my dark side<br />Will you still hold me tonight?<br />And if I open my heart to you<br />And show you my weak side<br />What would you do?<br />Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?<br />Would you take the children away<br />And leave me alone?<br />And smile in reassurance<br />As you whisper down the phone?<br />Would you send me packing?<br />Or would you take me home?<br /><br />Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,<br />Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.<br />I held the blade in trembling hands<br />Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang<br />I never had the nerve to make the final cut. <br /><br />Pink Floyd<br /><div><img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/003/2/3/final_cut_by_ahermin-d4l59cn.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>No Good Trying</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/No-Good-Trying-277184539</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 01:12:50 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">No Good Trying</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2012-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Spice ice dance chance sickly grin Pasteboard time slot sweat and spin Blind stick blind drunk cannot see Mouth dry tongue tied cannot speak Concrete dream flesh broken shell Lost souls lost trace lost in hell.<br /><br />It's no good trying to place your hand where I can't see because I understand that you're different from me yes I can tell that you can't be what you pretend and you're rocking me backwards and you're rocking towards the red and white mane of a stallion horse. <br /><br />Pink Floyd ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2012/002/2/9/no_good_trying_by_ahermin-d4l10yj.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/002/2/9/no_good_trying_by_ahermin-d4l10yj.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/002/2/9/no_good_trying_by_ahermin-d4l10yj.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Spice ice dance chance sickly grin Pasteboard time slot sweat and spin Blind stick blind drunk cannot see Mouth dry tongue tied cannot speak Concrete dream flesh broken shell Lost souls lost trace lost in hell.<br /><br />It's no good trying to place your hand where I can't see because I understand that you're different from me yes I can tell that you can't be what you pretend and you're rocking me backwards and you're rocking towards the red and white mane of a stallion horse. <br /><br />Pink Floyd<br /><div><img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2012/002/2/9/no_good_trying_by_ahermin-d4l10yj.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>New Year Toast</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/New-Year-Toast-276804744</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 02:33:08 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">New Year Toast</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A health to you,<br />a wealth to you,<br />And the best that life can give to you. <br /><br />I feel as if things are falling apart within me, like so many glass partitions shattering. I walk from place to place in the grip of a fury, needing to act, yet can do nothing about it because any attempt seems doomed in advance. Failure, everywhere failure. Only suicide hovers above me, gleaming and inaccessible.<br />&#8213; Michel Houellebecq, Whatever ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2011/365/7/4/new_year_toast_by_ahermin-d4ksvwo.jpg" height="150" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/365/7/4/new_year_toast_by_ahermin-d4ksvwo.jpg" height="300" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/365/7/4/new_year_toast_by_ahermin-d4ksvwo.jpg" height="800" width="800" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A health to you,<br />a wealth to you,<br />And the best that life can give to you. <br /><br />I feel as if things are falling apart within me, like so many glass partitions shattering. I walk from place to place in the grip of a fury, needing to act, yet can do nothing about it because any attempt seems doomed in advance. Failure, everywhere failure. Only suicide hovers above me, gleaming and inaccessible.<br />&#8213; Michel Houellebecq, Whatever<br /><div><img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/365/7/4/new_year_toast_by_ahermin-d4ksvwo.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>Trojan</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Trojan-275188170</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 00:41:11 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Trojan</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ You're an accident waiting to happen<br />You're a piece of glass left in a beach<br /><br />Trojan Condoms are America's #1 condom and have been trusted for nearly 90 years. Each condom is electronically tested to help ensure reliability. There are over 29 varieties of Trojan brand condoms.<br /><br />Well, you tell me things I know you're not supposed to<br />Then you leave me just out of reach<br /><br />...Neither the Greeks nor the Trojans seemed to be able to win, until one of the Greek kings, Odysseus of Ithaca, had an idea."Build a big wooden horse on wheels," he said, "big enough for a bunch of Greek soldiers to hide inside it." ...<br /><br />Who's gonna ride your wild horses?<br />Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?<br /><br />Trojans are executable programs, which means that when you open the file, it will perform some action(s). In Windows, executable programs have file extensions like "exe", "vbs", "com", "bat", etc. When there are multiple extensions, only the last one counts, be sure to unhide your extensions so that you see it. <br /><br />Who's gonna ride your wild horses?<br />Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee? ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2011/356/d/0/trojan_by_ahermin-d4ju8ju.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/356/d/0/trojan_by_ahermin-d4ju8ju.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/356/d/0/trojan_by_ahermin-d4ju8ju.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ You're an accident waiting to happen<br />You're a piece of glass left in a beach<br /><br />Trojan Condoms are America's #1 condom and have been trusted for nearly 90 years. Each condom is electronically tested to help ensure reliability. There are over 29 varieties of Trojan brand condoms.<br /><br />Well, you tell me things I know you're not supposed to<br />Then you leave me just out of reach<br /><br />...Neither the Greeks nor the Trojans seemed to be able to win, until one of the Greek kings, Odysseus of Ithaca, had an idea."Build a big wooden horse on wheels," he said, "big enough for a bunch of Greek soldiers to hide inside it." ...<br /><br />Who's gonna ride your wild horses?<br />Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?<br /><br />Trojans are executable programs, which means that when you open the file, it will perform some action(s). In Windows, executable programs have file extensions like "exe", "vbs", "com", "bat", etc. When there are multiple extensions, only the last one counts, be sure to unhide your extensions so that you see it. <br /><br />Who's gonna ride your wild horses?<br />Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?<br /><div><img src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/356/d/0/trojan_by_ahermin-d4ju8ju.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Broken Glass</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Broken-Glass-275037016</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 05:07:44 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Broken Glass</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.<br />You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.<br />You're nearly a good laugh,<br />Almost worth a quick grin.<br />You like the feel of steel,<br />You're hot stuff with a hatpin,<br />And good fun with a hand gun.<br />You're nearly a laugh,<br />You're nearly a laugh<br />But you're really a cry.<br /><br />Pink Floyd ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2011/355/0/3/broken_glass_by_ahermin-d4jqzx4.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/355/0/3/broken_glass_by_ahermin-d4jqzx4.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/355/0/3/broken_glass_by_ahermin-d4jqzx4.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.<br />You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.<br />You're nearly a good laugh,<br />Almost worth a quick grin.<br />You like the feel of steel,<br />You're hot stuff with a hatpin,<br />And good fun with a hand gun.<br />You're nearly a laugh,<br />You're nearly a laugh<br />But you're really a cry.<br /><br />Pink Floyd<br /><div><img src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/355/0/3/broken_glass_by_ahermin-d4jqzx4.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Feather from God's Book</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/The-Feather-from-God-s-Book-274872109</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 05:24:07 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Feather from God's Book</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/h/ahermin.gif?4</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ What God wants God gets God help us all<br />God wants peace<br />God wants war<br />God wants famine<br />God wants chain stores<br />What God wants God gets<br />God wants sedition<br />God wants sex<br />God wants freedom<br />God wants semtex<br />What God wants God gets<br />Don't look so surprised<br />I'm only joking<br />The alien comic cried<br />The jackass and hyena<br />Took the feather from its book<br />The monkey in the corner<br />Wrote the joke down his book<br />What God wants God gets<br />God wants boarders<br />God wants crack<br />God wants rainfall<br />God wants wetbacks<br />What God wants God gets<br />God wants voodoo<br />God wants shrines<br />God wants law<br />God wants organized crime<br />God wants crusade<br />God wants jihad<br />God wants good<br />God wants bad<br />What God wants God gets <br /><br />Roger Waters ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2011/354/2/2/the_feather_from_god__s_book_by_ahermin-d4jngod.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2011/354/2/2/the_feather_from_god__s_book_by_ahermin-d4jngod.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/354/2/2/the_feather_from_god__s_book_by_ahermin-d4jngod.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ What God wants God gets God help us all<br />God wants peace<br />God wants war<br />God wants famine<br />God wants chain stores<br />What God wants God gets<br />God wants sedition<br />God wants sex<br />God wants freedom<br />God wants semtex<br />What God wants God gets<br />Don't look so surprised<br />I'm only joking<br />The alien comic cried<br />The jackass and hyena<br />Took the feather from its book<br />The monkey in the corner<br />Wrote the joke down his book<br />What God wants God gets<br />God wants boarders<br />God wants crack<br />God wants rainfall<br />God wants wetbacks<br />What God wants God gets<br />God wants voodoo<br />God wants shrines<br />God wants law<br />God wants organized crime<br />God wants crusade<br />God wants jihad<br />God wants good<br />God wants bad<br />What God wants God gets <br /><br />Roger Waters<br /><div><img src="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2011/354/2/2/the_feather_from_god__s_book_by_ahermin-d4jngod.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>I Feel You</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/I-Feel-You-274679360</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 23:36:22 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">I Feel You</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I feel You in every stone in every leaf of every tree you´re ever grown I feel you in every thing in every river that might flow in every seed you might have sown I feel you in every rain in every beating of my heart each breath i take in every breath i´ll ever take I feel you anyway in every tear that i might shed in every word I´ve never said ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2011/352/7/f/i_feel_you_by_ahermin-d4jjby8.jpg" height="150" width="100"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/352/7/f/i_feel_you_by_ahermin-d4jjby8.jpg" height="451" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/352/7/f/i_feel_you_by_ahermin-d4jjby8.jpg" height="902" width="600" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I feel You in every stone in every leaf of every tree you´re ever grown I feel you in every thing in every river that might flow in every seed you might have sown I feel you in every rain in every beating of my heart each breath i take in every breath i´ll ever take I feel you anyway in every tear that i might shed in every word I´ve never said<br /><div><img src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/352/7/f/i_feel_you_by_ahermin-d4jjby8.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Answer is Blowing</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/The-Answer-is-Blowing-273900142</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2011 05:42:51 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Answer is Blowing</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ How many times must a man look up,<br />before he sees the sky?<br /><br /><i>When your guy is on top during simultaneous oral sex, try pleasing him without taking his entire shaft in your mouth. Lick and kiss the head of his penis, or run your tongue up and down the length of the shaft paying special attention to the supersensitive frenulum -- the thin ridge on the underside of the penis.</i><br /><br />And how many ears must one man have,<br />before he can hear people cry ?<br /><br /><i>You'll launch his libido into the stratosphere if you use your hands to massage his testicles and perineum -- the nerve-packed patch of skin between his balls and his back door -- in conjunction with your mouth moves.</i><br /><br />And how many deaths will it take till we know,<br />that too many people have died?<br /><br /><i>You could also have your man hover over you on all fours -- with his knees by your ears -- instead of lying directly on top, which will give you more room to roam his hot spots. </i><br /><br />The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,<br />the answer is blowing in the wind.<br /><br /><i>Although your guy likes to be on top, there are other 69 positions that can be just as mutually satisfying. Why not switch to the woman-on-top pose?</i><br /><br />The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,<br />the answer is blowing in the wind.<br /><br /><i>The pleasure plus for you is being able to control the intensity of oral pressure against your clitoris by how hard you press against him. Or, try the side-by-side configuration: Lie on your sides, with your mouths directly in front of each other's genitals. Bend your top legs at the knee and put your feet flat on the mattress.</i> ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2011/348/7/6/the_answer_is_blowing_by_ahermin-d4j2mpa.jpg" height="150" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/348/7/6/the_answer_is_blowing_by_ahermin-d4j2mpa.jpg" height="300" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2011/348/7/6/the_answer_is_blowing_by_ahermin-d4j2mpa.jpg" height="894" width="894" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ How many times must a man look up,<br />before he sees the sky?<br /><br /><i>When your guy is on top during simultaneous oral sex, try pleasing him without taking his entire shaft in your mouth. Lick and kiss the head of his penis, or run your tongue up and down the length of the shaft paying special attention to the supersensitive frenulum -- the thin ridge on the underside of the penis.</i><br /><br />And how many ears must one man have,<br />before he can hear people cry ?<br /><br /><i>You'll launch his libido into the stratosphere if you use your hands to massage his testicles and perineum -- the nerve-packed patch of skin between his balls and his back door -- in conjunction with your mouth moves.</i><br /><br />And how many deaths will it take till we know,<br />that too many people have died?<br /><br /><i>You could also have your man hover over you on all fours -- with his knees by your ears -- instead of lying directly on top, which will give you more room to roam his hot spots. </i><br /><br />The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,<br />the answer is blowing in the wind.<br /><br /><i>Although your guy likes to be on top, there are other 69 positions that can be just as mutually satisfying. Why not switch to the woman-on-top pose?</i><br /><br />The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,<br />the answer is blowing in the wind.<br /><br /><i>The pleasure plus for you is being able to control the intensity of oral pressure against your clitoris by how hard you press against him. Or, try the side-by-side configuration: Lie on your sides, with your mouths directly in front of each other's genitals. Bend your top legs at the knee and put your feet flat on the mattress.</i><br /><div><img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/348/7/6/the_answer_is_blowing_by_ahermin-d4j2mpa.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>Corporation Exploitation</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Corporation-Exploitation-273763214</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 07:56:11 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Corporation Exploitation</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Coca-Cola is one of the most recognizable brands in the world. The company claims to adhere to the "highest ethical standards" and to be "an outstanding corporate citizen in every community we serve". Yet Coca-Cola's activities around the world tell a different story.<br /><br />Coca-Cola's operations have particularly been blamed for exacerbating water shortages in regions that suffer from a lack of water resources and rainfall. Nowhere has this been better documented than in India, where there are now community campaigns against the company in several states. research carried out by War on Want in the Indian states of Rajasthan and Uttar Pradesh affirms the findings from Kerala and Maharastra that Coca-Cola's activities are having a serious negative impact on farmers and local communities.<br /><br />Coca-Cola and other large businesses are indirectly benefiting from the use of child labor in sugarcane fields in El Salvador, according to a new report released here Thursday by Human Rights Watch (HRW) which is calling on the company to take more responsibility to ensure that such abuses are halted.<br />From 5,000 to 30,000 Salvadoran children, some as young as eight years old, are working in El Salvador's sugarcane plantations where injuries, particularly severe cuts, are common, according to the report, 'Turning a Blind Eye: Hazardous Labor in El Salvador's Sugarcane Cultivation.'<br /><br />To control the soft drinks market in Mexico, Coca-Cola has shown repeatedly it will break the law. The Angel Alvarado Agüero case, currently in the Mexican courts, describes how this former marketing executive of Coca-Cola was unjustifiably dismissed when he refused to carry out illegal monopolistic marketing practices as directed by the Company. This case also highlights how The Coca-Cola Co. is cheating Mexican workers out of hundreds of millions of dollars in profit sharing and other benefits and shortchanging the Mexican government out of millions of dollars in tax revenues.<br /><br />In China: Based on undercover investigations at several Coke plants, Chinese press reported in December 2008 that Coke employees are "involved in the most dangerous, intense and tiresome labor, work the longest hours, but receive the lowest wages and face arrears and even cutbacks in their pay." One investigator claimed that Coke violated Chinese labor laws and reported that workers "often worked 12 hours per day for an entire month without a single day off." BBC News (5/21/07) reported that Coca-Cola has been accused of benefiting from prison labor in China. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2013/144/1/c/corporation_exploitation_by_ahermin-d4izp1q.jpg" height="150" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2013/144/1/c/corporation_exploitation_by_ahermin-d4izp1q.jpg" height="300" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2013/144/1/c/corporation_exploitation_by_ahermin-d4izp1q.jpg" height="894" width="893" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Coca-Cola is one of the most recognizable brands in the world. The company claims to adhere to the "highest ethical standards" and to be "an outstanding corporate citizen in every community we serve". Yet Coca-Cola's activities around the world tell a different story.<br /><br />Coca-Cola's operations have particularly been blamed for exacerbating water shortages in regions that suffer from a lack of water resources and rainfall. Nowhere has this been better documented than in India, where there are now community campaigns against the company in several states. research carried out by War on Want in the Indian states of Rajasthan and Uttar Pradesh affirms the findings from Kerala and Maharastra that Coca-Cola's activities are having a serious negative impact on farmers and local communities.<br /><br />Coca-Cola and other large businesses are indirectly benefiting from the use of child labor in sugarcane fields in El Salvador, according to a new report released here Thursday by Human Rights Watch (HRW) which is calling on the company to take more responsibility to ensure that such abuses are halted.<br />From 5,000 to 30,000 Salvadoran children, some as young as eight years old, are working in El Salvador's sugarcane plantations where injuries, particularly severe cuts, are common, according to the report, 'Turning a Blind Eye: Hazardous Labor in El Salvador's Sugarcane Cultivation.'<br /><br />To control the soft drinks market in Mexico, Coca-Cola has shown repeatedly it will break the law. The Angel Alvarado Agüero case, currently in the Mexican courts, describes how this former marketing executive of Coca-Cola was unjustifiably dismissed when he refused to carry out illegal monopolistic marketing practices as directed by the Company. This case also highlights how The Coca-Cola Co. is cheating Mexican workers out of hundreds of millions of dollars in profit sharing and other benefits and shortchanging the Mexican government out of millions of dollars in tax revenues.<br /><br />In China: Based on undercover investigations at several Coke plants, Chinese press reported in December 2008 that Coke employees are "involved in the most dangerous, intense and tiresome labor, work the longest hours, but receive the lowest wages and face arrears and even cutbacks in their pay." One investigator claimed that Coke violated Chinese labor laws and reported that workers "often worked 12 hours per day for an entire month without a single day off." BBC News (5/21/07) reported that Coca-Cola has been accused of benefiting from prison labor in China.<br /><div><img src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2013/144/1/c/corporation_exploitation_by_ahermin-d4izp1q.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Bride Burning</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Bride-Burning-272926876</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 03:20:00 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Bride Burning</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Brides burning gladly<br />Merging with the shadows,<br />Flickering between the lines.<br />Stolen moments floating softly on the air,<br />Borne on wings of fire and climbing higher.<br /><br />Ancient bonds are breaking,<br />Moving on and changing sides.<br />Dreaming of a new day,<br />Cast aside the other way.<br />Magic visions stirring,<br />Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes.<br /><br />The doorway stands ajar,<br />The walls that once were high.<br />Beyond the gilded cage,<br />Beyond the reach of ties.<br />The moment is at hand.<br />She breaks the golden band.<br /><br />Pink Floyd ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2011/342/c/8/bride_burning_by_ahermin-d4ihrq4.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2011/342/c/8/bride_burning_by_ahermin-d4ihrq4.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/342/c/8/bride_burning_by_ahermin-d4ihrq4.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Brides burning gladly<br />Merging with the shadows,<br />Flickering between the lines.<br />Stolen moments floating softly on the air,<br />Borne on wings of fire and climbing higher.<br /><br />Ancient bonds are breaking,<br />Moving on and changing sides.<br />Dreaming of a new day,<br />Cast aside the other way.<br />Magic visions stirring,<br />Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes.<br /><br />The doorway stands ajar,<br />The walls that once were high.<br />Beyond the gilded cage,<br />Beyond the reach of ties.<br />The moment is at hand.<br />She breaks the golden band.<br /><br />Pink Floyd<br /><div><img src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2011/342/c/8/bride_burning_by_ahermin-d4ihrq4.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>F63.9 Rx</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/F63-9-Rx-272770349</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 00:47:42 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">F63.9 Rx</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ It's no good trying to place your hand where I can't see because I understand that you're different from me. Yes I can tell that you can't be what you pretend and you're rocking me backwards and you're rocking towards the red and yellow mane of a stallion horse.<br /><i>Syd Barrett</i><br /><br />At the beginning of October, media sources reported that the World Health Organization has officially recognized the love as mental illness. <br />Physicians assigned love the international code F63.9 and brought her into the "ills" under the dry title "disorder, unspecified habits and desire." <br />The symptoms of the disease are: headaches, mood swings, insomnia, rash and impulsive acts, intrusive thoughts about object of love, pity for his own person, and even drops in blood pressure. <br />Treatment, however, will be appointed only for complex forms of love, and remind therapy in severe forms of gambling or obsessive compulsive disorder. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2011/341/5/3/f63_9_rx_by_ahermin-d4ieey5.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2011/341/5/3/f63_9_rx_by_ahermin-d4ieey5.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/341/5/3/f63_9_rx_by_ahermin-d4ieey5.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ It's no good trying to place your hand where I can't see because I understand that you're different from me. Yes I can tell that you can't be what you pretend and you're rocking me backwards and you're rocking towards the red and yellow mane of a stallion horse.<br /><i>Syd Barrett</i><br /><br />At the beginning of October, media sources reported that the World Health Organization has officially recognized the love as mental illness. <br />Physicians assigned love the international code F63.9 and brought her into the "ills" under the dry title "disorder, unspecified habits and desire." <br />The symptoms of the disease are: headaches, mood swings, insomnia, rash and impulsive acts, intrusive thoughts about object of love, pity for his own person, and even drops in blood pressure. <br />Treatment, however, will be appointed only for complex forms of love, and remind therapy in severe forms of gambling or obsessive compulsive disorder.<br /><div><img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2011/341/5/3/f63_9_rx_by_ahermin-d4ieey5.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>A Possible Island</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/A-Possible-Island-272617731</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2011 00:27:47 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">A Possible Island</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ And love, where everything is easy,<br />Where everything is given in the moment;<br />There in the middle of the time<br />The possibility of an island<br /><br />No subject is more touched on than love, both in the human live stories as well as in the literary corpus we will live behind; . . .no subject, either, is as discussed, as controversial, especially during this final period of human history, when the cyclic fluctuations concerning the belief in love become constant and dizzying. No subject seems to have preoccupied man as much; even money, even the satisfaction derived from combat and glory loses by comparison to its dramatic power in human life stories. Love seems to be, for humans of this final period, the acme and the impossible, the regret and the grace, the focal point upon which all suffering and joy can be concentrated. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2011/340/f/a/a_possible_island_by_ahermin-d4ib56r.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/340/f/a/a_possible_island_by_ahermin-d4ib56r.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/340/f/a/a_possible_island_by_ahermin-d4ib56r.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ And love, where everything is easy,<br />Where everything is given in the moment;<br />There in the middle of the time<br />The possibility of an island<br /><br />No subject is more touched on than love, both in the human live stories as well as in the literary corpus we will live behind; . . .no subject, either, is as discussed, as controversial, especially during this final period of human history, when the cyclic fluctuations concerning the belief in love become constant and dizzying. No subject seems to have preoccupied man as much; even money, even the satisfaction derived from combat and glory loses by comparison to its dramatic power in human life stories. Love seems to be, for humans of this final period, the acme and the impossible, the regret and the grace, the focal point upon which all suffering and joy can be concentrated.<br /><div><img src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/340/f/a/a_possible_island_by_ahermin-d4ib56r.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Path of Life</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Path-of-Life-272463441</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:40:56 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Path of Life</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surreal">photography/abstract/surreal</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Youve lived so little that you tend to imagine you'll not going to die; it seems improbable that human existence can be reduced to so little; one imagines, in spite of oneself, that sooner or later something is bound to happen. A big mistake. A life can just as well be both empty and short. The days slip by indifferently, leaving neither trace nor memory; and then all of a sudden they stop.<br />The universe is nothing but a random arrangement of elementary particles. A figure in transition toward chaos. That is what will finally prevail. The human race will disappear. Other races in turn will appear and disappear. And human actions are as free and as stripped of meaning as the movements of the elementary particles. Good, evil, morality, sentiments? Pure Victorian fictions. All that exists is egotism. Cold, intact, and radiant. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2011/339/f/e/path_of_life_by_ahermin-d4i7u4x.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/339/f/e/path_of_life_by_ahermin-d4i7u4x.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/339/f/e/path_of_life_by_ahermin-d4i7u4x.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Youve lived so little that you tend to imagine you'll not going to die; it seems improbable that human existence can be reduced to so little; one imagines, in spite of oneself, that sooner or later something is bound to happen. A big mistake. A life can just as well be both empty and short. The days slip by indifferently, leaving neither trace nor memory; and then all of a sudden they stop.<br />The universe is nothing but a random arrangement of elementary particles. A figure in transition toward chaos. That is what will finally prevail. The human race will disappear. Other races in turn will appear and disappear. And human actions are as free and as stripped of meaning as the movements of the elementary particles. Good, evil, morality, sentiments? Pure Victorian fictions. All that exists is egotism. Cold, intact, and radiant.<br /><div><img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/339/f/e/path_of_life_by_ahermin-d4i7u4x.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Kitch</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Kitch-271802480</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 23:28:38 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Kitch</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Classic Portraits">photography/people/portraits</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ahermin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Everything is kitsch, if you will. Music as a whole is kitsch, kitsch art is, the literature itself is kitsch. Any emotion is kitsch, almost by definition, but also any discussion, even in a sense action. The only thing that is definitely not kitsch, it's nothing.<br /><br /><i>Kitsch (English pronunciation: /&#712;k&#618;t&#643;/, loanword from German) is a form of art that is considered an inferior, tasteless copy of an extant style of art or a worthless imitation of art of recognized value. The concept is associated with the deliberate use of elements that may be thought of as cultural icons[1] while making cheap mass-produced objects that are unoriginal.</i> Wikipedia ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2011/334/2/5/the_demo_version_by_ahermin-d4hto4w.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/334/2/5/the_demo_version_by_ahermin-d4hto4w.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/334/2/5/the_demo_version_by_ahermin-d4hto4w.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Everything is kitsch, if you will. Music as a whole is kitsch, kitsch art is, the literature itself is kitsch. Any emotion is kitsch, almost by definition, but also any discussion, even in a sense action. The only thing that is definitely not kitsch, it's nothing.<br /><br /><i>Kitsch (English pronunciation: /&#712;k&#618;t&#643;/, loanword from German) is a form of art that is considered an inferior, tasteless copy of an extant style of art or a worthless imitation of art of recognized value. The concept is associated with the deliberate use of elements that may be thought of as cultural icons[1] while making cheap mass-produced objects that are unoriginal.</i> Wikipedia<br /><div><img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/334/2/5/the_demo_version_by_ahermin-d4hto4w.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Touch God</title>
                <link>http://ahermin.deviantart.com/art/Touch-God-271654629</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 01:39:26 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Touch God</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Loiuis CK: I was raised Catholic until I was 10, and the I quit, because my parents let me. But I was always amazed.. I don't really know anything about the Catholic church. It's an enormous institution, totally mystery. So I just went out, and found out everything I could about the Catholic church, and what's it's all about.<br /><br />L (narrating): I started here, at the arch diasces of New York. I just walked in the door and started asking questions. Without much effort, I was given an interview with Father Ike Mcreedy, spokesperson for the arch diasces.<br /><br />L: Uh, so.. what is the Catholic church? What are you all about?<br /><br />Father: Okay. The Catholic church is an ancient, worldwide organization dedicated to the constant goal of fucking young boys.<br /><br />L : Really?<br /><br />Father: Sure.<br /><br />L: Wow.<br /><br />Father: I thought everybody knew that...<br /><br />L: I thought that the point of the church was to worship God, and the boy fucking was incidental.<br /><br />Father: No, it's just the other way around. The point of the church is the boy fucking. All the other stuff is just busywork.<br /><br />L: Okay, so.. how does it work?<br /><br />Father: Well, you stick your dick up their ass..<br /><br />L: No, no.. I mean, as an organization.. why do you need a whole church just to do... that.<br /><br />Father: .. You see, you can't just go around fucking boys in the street. People get mad. So what we do is build churches around the world, and tell people that they have to pray and give us their money, while they'll go straight to hell. Now that gives us the authority and the gravitas to control their lives, and most importantly, to give us their boys. So we can educate them, feel them, and ultimately fuck them in their ass and face. And it's tax deductible.<br /><br />L (narrating): I was very surprised to find out that the Catholic church exists solely for the purpose of boy rape. But as I did some research, I found out that it's true! I contacted the Vatican for verification, and received this statement from the pope himself.<br /><br />L (reading note): "We at the Catholic church fuck boys all day long. That's all we ever do. Signed, the Pope."<br /><br />L (narrating): I learned that the catholic church is funded by a simple grassroots system. People come to the church, they give money, and that money is collected all over the world to finance the Catholic legal defense fund, and to buy millions of cans of Crisco.<br /><br />L (narrating): Father Mccreedy shows me how the catholic church is constantly refining their boy fuck techniques.<br /><br />L: So what are all these people doing?<br /><br />F: THis is the situation room. This is where we keep track of all the molestant priests all around the world, and move them from place to place so they won't get caught.<br /><br />Worker: Father Geegan, you are free to ass rape a male child in sector 649, good day.<br /><br />L: Is there a reason why you do this?<br /><br />F: Purity.<br /><br />L: Purity?<br /><br />F: You see, the boys come to us, and they are pure. We fuck the boys, and take the purity into ourselves. And then the next time we defecate, we create what's called a "Purity Brick".<br /><br />L: A Purity Brick? What do you do with all these bricks?<br /><br />F: We bring it to this paper plant. Crush them into mulch, and that's how we make bibles.<br /><br />L: So you're telling me that all Catholic bibles are printed on paper are made from shit of priests who fuck kids in the ass?<br /><br />F: That's it in a nutshell. Yes!<br /><br />L: Wow, that is so interesting.<br /><br />F: Well, the lord moves in mysterious ways.<br /><br />L: So are there any boys that you guys have not fucked?<br /><br />F: Were you raised Catholic?<br /><br />L: Yes.<br /><br />F: And were you fucked by a priest when you were a boy?<br /><br />L: No, I don't think so.. Wait. No wait, I was. I guess I was!<br /><br />F: We're very thorough.<br /><br />L: Hehh, yeahh... Let me ask you one more question.<br /><br />F: Shoot.<br /><br />L: Is it wrong to fuck boys?<br /><br />F: Of course not. If it was wrong, don't you think that God would put a stop to it?<br /><br />L: Hmm..<br /><br />F: I'm just teasing you. There's no god. <br /><br />on youtube: <a class="external" href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VABSoHYQr6k">[link]</a> ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2011/334/0/5/touch_god_by_ahermin-d4hqi1x.jpg" height="150" width="100"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2011/334/0/5/touch_god_by_ahermin-d4hqi1x.jpg" height="451" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/334/0/5/touch_god_by_ahermin-d4hqi1x.jpg" height="902" width="600" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Loiuis CK: I was raised Catholic until I was 10, and the I quit, because my parents let me. But I was always amazed.. I don't really know anything about the Catholic church. It's an enormous institution, totally mystery. So I just went out, and found out everything I could about the Catholic church, and what's it's all about.<br /><br />L (narrating): I started here, at the arch diasces of New York. I just walked in the door and started asking questions. Without much effort, I was given an interview with Father Ike Mcreedy, spokesperson for the arch diasces.<br /><br />L: Uh, so.. what is the Catholic church? What are you all about?<br /><br />Father: Okay. The Catholic church is an ancient, worldwide organization dedicated to the constant goal of fucking young boys.<br /><br />L : Really?<br /><br />Father: Sure.<br /><br />L: Wow.<br /><br />Father: I thought everybody knew that...<br /><br />L: I thought that the point of the church was to worship God, and the boy fucking was incidental.<br /><br />Father: No, it's just the other way around. The point of the church is the boy fucking. All the other stuff is just busywork.<br /><br />L: Okay, so.. how does it work?<br /><br />Father: Well, you stick your dick up their ass..<br /><br />L: No, no.. I mean, as an organization.. why do you need a whole church just to do... that.<br /><br />Father: .. You see, you can't just go around fucking boys in the street. People get mad. So what we do is build churches around the world, and tell people that they have to pray and give us their money, while they'll go straight to hell. Now that gives us the authority and the gravitas to control their lives, and most importantly, to give us their boys. So we can educate them, feel them, and ultimately fuck them in their ass and face. And it's tax deductible.<br /><br />L (narrating): I was very surprised to find out that the Catholic church exists solely for the purpose of boy rape. But as I did some research, I found out that it's true! I contacted the Vatican for verification, and received this statement from the pope himself.<br /><br />L (reading note): "We at the Catholic church fuck boys all day long. That's all we ever do. Signed, the Pope."<br /><br />L (narrating): I learned that the catholic church is funded by a simple grassroots system. People come to the church, they give money, and that money is collected all over the world to finance the Catholic legal defense fund, and to buy millions of cans of Crisco.<br /><br />L (narrating): Father Mccreedy shows me how the catholic church is constantly refining their boy fuck techniques.<br /><br />L: So what are all these people doing?<br /><br />F: THis is the situation room. This is where we keep track of all the molestant priests all around the world, and move them from place to place so they won't get caught.<br /><br />Worker: Father Geegan, you are free to ass rape a male child in sector 649, good day.<br /><br />L: Is there a reason why you do this?<br /><br />F: Purity.<br /><br />L: Purity?<br /><br />F: You see, the boys come to us, and they are pure. We fuck the boys, and take the purity into ourselves. And then the next time we defecate, we create what's called a "Purity Brick".<br /><br />L: A Purity Brick? What do you do with all these bricks?<br /><br />F: We bring it to this paper plant. Crush them into mulch, and that's how we make bibles.<br /><br />L: So you're telling me that all Catholic bibles are printed on paper are made from shit of priests who fuck kids in the ass?<br /><br />F: That's it in a nutshell. Yes!<br /><br />L: Wow, that is so interesting.<br /><br />F: Well, the lord moves in mysterious ways.<br /><br />L: So are there any boys that you guys have not fucked?<br /><br />F: Were you raised Catholic?<br /><br />L: Yes.<br /><br />F: And were you fucked by a priest when you were a boy?<br /><br />L: No, I don't think so.. Wait. No wait, I was. I guess I was!<br /><br />F: We're very thorough.<br /><br />L: Hehh, yeahh... Let me ask you one more question.<br /><br />F: Shoot.<br /><br />L: Is it wrong to fuck boys?<br /><br />F: Of course not. If it was wrong, don't you think that God would put a stop to it?<br /><br />L: Hmm..<br /><br />F: I'm just teasing you. There's no god. <br /><br />on youtube: <a class="external" href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VABSoHYQr6k">[link]</a><br /><div><img src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2011/334/0/5/touch_god_by_ahermin-d4hqi1x.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <h3>A Lesson In Female Anatomy </h3><br /><h4>Get to know your pink parts. Experts say it will improve your health and help you have better sex. So don't be shy. </h4><br /><br /><b>How well do you know your vagina?<br />Take our quiz at WomensHealthMag.com/Vagina. </b><br /><br />PRIVATE INVESTIGATION<br />To start, let's clear up one of the biggest misconceptions about the vagina. It's not the entire genital area. If you're standing naked in front of a full-length mirror, you're actually seeing your vulva, the exterior portion of your privates, which was covered in hair before your aesthetician went hog wild with the wax and muslin.<br /><br />Think of your privates as an award-winning cast: You have your supporting actors (the vulva) and your marquee stars (the clitoris and G-spot). Every part is there to entertain your sexual needs, but to milk the best performance out of each one, you have to show them all a little love and attention. So lock the bedroom door, kick off your shoes, and grab a hand mirror.<br /><br />Without even spreading your legs, you'll see your pubic mound and two folds of skin called the labia majora (the outer lips). Both contain layers of fatty tissue that protect your clitoris and vagina. While pleasure reception is typically weak in this area, manual play can help increase the signal. "Rubbing the pubic mound and outer lips readies the clitoris for stimulation," says Herbenick.<br /><br />Now, if you gently push apart the outer lips, you'll reveal a thinner set of lips called the labia minora. These hairless babies are loaded with blood vessels, nerve endings, and secreting glands. "To the naked eye, the glands may look like tiny bumps," says Diana Hoppe, M.D., author of Healthy Sex Drive, Healthy You. "They release secretions that actually help to separate your lips for easier penetration."<br /><br />But they're not the only things lubing up your nether regions. When you spread the labia minora apart, you'll encounter Bartholin's glands (which are microscopic, so you can't actually see them with the naked eye) on each side of your vaginal opening. As you become aroused, these glands lubricate the outer portion of the vaginal canal. They typically release only a small amount of moisture, which is why so many women need plenty of foreplay to stay wet. <br /><br />WELCOME TO THE PLEASURE CENTER<br />Here's where the clitoris comes in. She's that proud little pink nub, roughly the size of a pencil eraser, and she's there only for sexual pleasure. The girl's got some nerve--approximately 8,000 nerve endings, to be exact, the largest number found in the entire body and double the amount found in the glans of a man's penis, says Hoppe. Of course, that number makes her crazy sensitive, but you already knew that. What you probably didn't know is that she's got legs. Literally. "We see only the head of the clitoris," says Herbenick. But it has a body that's shaped like a wishbone, with two legs (called crura) that reach three inches into the vagina, just under the pubic mound and straight into G-spot territory (but more on that later). This gives the clitoris incredible sexual reach and depth. "It's the powerhouse of the orgasm," says Ian Kerner, Ph.D., author of She Comes First. "It connects with every single structure in the genitals."<br /><br />The best way to make the clitoris happy is through direct, consistent, yet gentle oral or manual stimulation. But it's also quite responsive to woman-ontop and during a twist on missionary called the coital alignment technique, says Herbenick. In this position, your guy enters you as he normally would during missionary, with two simple tweaks: He inches his body up until his shoulders rest above yours and the base of his penis directly hits your clitoris. Then he grinds in a circular motion instead of thrusting, which "creates more friction against the clitoris," explains Herbenick.<br /><br />Friction can feel fabulous, but sometimes the little starlet can be a touch overexposed. As you head toward climax, "the clitoris swells in size, which can make friction painful," says Hoppe. Some women report that clitoral stimulation at this point can feel like an irritating tickle, and in some cases, like a really sharp shock. To protect itself, the clitoris retreats back under the protective awning of the clitoral hood. Often, simply lightening up the stimulation a bit will make it feel good again.<br /><br />An overly sensitive clitoris is your body's way of saying, "Let the vagina soak up some of the sexual spotlight, please!" The four-to seven-inch canal (it varies depending on the woman) can't hold a candle to the clitoris in the nerve-ending department. But it does boast a bunch, says Hoppe. The first two to three inches of the vagina "have hundreds of nerve endings and are majorly sensitive," she says. "That's why when a woman is giving birth and the baby is crowning, they call it the 'ring of fire.' " To stimulate these first few inches of your vaginal canal, try shorter, shallower thrusting during sex.<br /><br />WHAT LIES BENEATH<br />Deeper into the vaginal walls, you'll find one of the vagina's trickiest trump cards: the G-spot. If the clitoris is famous, the G-spot is infamous. Not every woman can tap into its potential, but if you do, the rewards are phenomenal.<br /><br />The G-spot is a spongy area about the size of a nickel, and it's located an inch or two into the anterior wall of the vagina, just under the pubic mound--and you've got to feel it to believe it. It has bumpy, knotty striations similar to a walnut, and it demands a hands-on, tough-love approach. "The G-spot's nerves are contained in fattier tissue, so you have to provide deeper, firmer pressure to stimulate it," says Kerner. For starters, you should already be really turned on before it's accessed. That's because the tissue doesn't swell and make itself known until you've enjoyed proper foreplay.<br /><br />G-spot stimulation also calls for a tagteam approach. You can hit it by having your guy enter you from behind, but the best bet is to have him go down on you with his tongue and fingers. "With his mouth on your clitoris, have him use his fingers in a come-hither motion to apply firm, rhythmic pressure to the G-spot," says Kerner. Put those two together and it's like they're high-fiving each other for a job well done.<br /><br />If you haven't had what you think is a G-spot orgasm, don't stress over it. (For the record, orgasms that originate in this zone generally feel expansive and deep, while orgasms that start in the clitoris often feel more acute and intense.) "Many women say the G-spot enhances their orgasm," says Kerner. "They wouldn't isolate it and say, 'Wow, I just had a G-spot orgasm.' It's more like, 'I just had an orgasm, and what he was doing felt really good.' That's why most vibrators come with a clitoral stimulator and a G-spot stimulator. They work in tandem to create what's commonly referred to as a blended orgasm." While you can have a clitoral orgasm without G-spot stimulation, it's a little trickier to achieve the reverse. But ultimately, it doesn't matter where it's coming from--at the end of the day, an orgasm is an orgasm. And they all feel amazing. <br /><br />Down-There Myths<br />It's time for these tall tales to bounce.<br /><br />"It smells bad down there."<br />Of all the myths, this is the one that really pisses off the expertsespecially because it keeps women from accepting and enjoying oral sex, the prime gateway to orgasm. "We are overly sensitive and insecure about the smell of our vaginas," says sex educator Logan Levkoff, Ph.D., author of Third Base Ain't What It Used to Be. "And we are far harder on it than any partner would be." Experts chalk it up to years of douche advertisements and the perception that vaginas should smell like rosewater. Um, they don't. Every woman has her own unique scent, but most of us have a musky smell that men are biologically wired to be attracted to, says Lissa Rankin, M.D. "Your scent may change from day to day, depending on how hot the weather is, what you ate, and when you last showered." That said, it's good to know what you smell like on an average day so that you can pinpoint any changes. A fishy smell, for instance, could be a sign of an infection called bacterial vaginosis.<br /><br />"They all look the same."<br />Like any other body part, the vagina and vulva have basic shapes, but there is quite a bit of variation in coloration, symmetry, and pubic hair patterns. The biggest variation is in the labia minora, says Debby Herbenick, Ph.D. "Studies in which the lips have been measured have found up to 150 percent difference from one woman to another." Translation: Labial size can vary by up to an inch and a half.<br /><br />"It can be too tight or too loose."<br />Unless a woman is a virgin or she's had a traumatic birthing experience with multiple children, there aren't big anatomical differences in vaginal canals, says Herbenick. Usually, feeling too tight or loose is a matter of lubrication. If you're too wet, there's not enough friction. If you're too dry, almost any penis will feel huge. Always have a tube of lube within reach if you tend to be dry, or a hand towel nearby if you get sopping wet. Granted, women who've had several vaginal deliveries might feel slightly looser, because some nerve endings have been destroyed, says Diana Hoppe, M.D. But Kegels can help strengthen the pelvic floor and muscles surrounding the vagina. "To do them, squeeze to contract the vaginal muscles for two seconds, then relax. Repeat for 10 minutes whenever you're waiting somewhere," she says.<br /><br />"You can lose stuff in it."<br />Think your tampon went AWOL? No need to call the search-and-rescue squad. "Women seem to have this concept that the vagina is some never-ending tube that goes into the lungs," says Rankin. "But the vagina is like a sock. It goes only so far in length, so you can pull out anything that gets stuck." The cervix is a microscopic hole, and only a sperm can slip through there and make itself at home in the uterus. Anything else will hit a roadblock. Thank God. <br /><i><a class="external" href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.womenshealthmag.com">[link]</a></i> ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2011/333/0/2/private_parts_by_ahermin-d4hne39.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2011/333/0/2/private_parts_by_ahermin-d4hne39.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/333/0/2/private_parts_by_ahermin-d4hne39.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <h3>A Lesson In Female Anatomy </h3><br /><h4>Get to know your pink parts. Experts say it will improve your health and help you have better sex. So don't be shy. </h4><br /><br /><b>How well do you know your vagina?<br />Take our quiz at WomensHealthMag.com/Vagina. </b><br /><br />PRIVATE INVESTIGATION<br />To start, let's clear up one of the biggest misconceptions about the vagina. It's not the entire genital area. If you're standing naked in front of a full-length mirror, you're actually seeing your vulva, the exterior portion of your privates, which was covered in hair before your aesthetician went hog wild with the wax and muslin.<br /><br />Think of your privates as an award-winning cast: You have your supporting actors (the vulva) and your marquee stars (the clitoris and G-spot). Every part is there to entertain your sexual needs, but to milk the best performance out of each one, you have to show them all a little love and attention. So lock the bedroom door, kick off your shoes, and grab a hand mirror.<br /><br />Without even spreading your legs, you'll see your pubic mound and two folds of skin called the labia majora (the outer lips). Both contain layers of fatty tissue that protect your clitoris and vagina. While pleasure reception is typically weak in this area, manual play can help increase the signal. "Rubbing the pubic mound and outer lips readies the clitoris for stimulation," says Herbenick.<br /><br />Now, if you gently push apart the outer lips, you'll reveal a thinner set of lips called the labia minora. These hairless babies are loaded with blood vessels, nerve endings, and secreting glands. "To the naked eye, the glands may look like tiny bumps," says Diana Hoppe, M.D., author of Healthy Sex Drive, Healthy You. "They release secretions that actually help to separate your lips for easier penetration."<br /><br />But they're not the only things lubing up your nether regions. When you spread the labia minora apart, you'll encounter Bartholin's glands (which are microscopic, so you can't actually see them with the naked eye) on each side of your vaginal opening. As you become aroused, these glands lubricate the outer portion of the vaginal canal. They typically release only a small amount of moisture, which is why so many women need plenty of foreplay to stay wet. <br /><br />WELCOME TO THE PLEASURE CENTER<br />Here's where the clitoris comes in. She's that proud little pink nub, roughly the size of a pencil eraser, and she's there only for sexual pleasure. The girl's got some nerve--approximately 8,000 nerve endings, to be exact, the largest number found in the entire body and double the amount found in the glans of a man's penis, says Hoppe. Of course, that number makes her crazy sensitive, but you already knew that. What you probably didn't know is that she's got legs. Literally. "We see only the head of the clitoris," says Herbenick. But it has a body that's shaped like a wishbone, with two legs (called crura) that reach three inches into the vagina, just under the pubic mound and straight into G-spot territory (but more on that later). This gives the clitoris incredible sexual reach and depth. "It's the powerhouse of the orgasm," says Ian Kerner, Ph.D., author of She Comes First. "It connects with every single structure in the genitals."<br /><br />The best way to make the clitoris happy is through direct, consistent, yet gentle oral or manual stimulation. But it's also quite responsive to woman-ontop and during a twist on missionary called the coital alignment technique, says Herbenick. In this position, your guy enters you as he normally would during missionary, with two simple tweaks: He inches his body up until his shoulders rest above yours and the base of his penis directly hits your clitoris. Then he grinds in a circular motion instead of thrusting, which "creates more friction against the clitoris," explains Herbenick.<br /><br />Friction can feel fabulous, but sometimes the little starlet can be a touch overexposed. As you head toward climax, "the clitoris swells in size, which can make friction painful," says Hoppe. Some women report that clitoral stimulation at this point can feel like an irritating tickle, and in some cases, like a really sharp shock. To protect itself, the clitoris retreats back under the protective awning of the clitoral hood. Often, simply lightening up the stimulation a bit will make it feel good again.<br /><br />An overly sensitive clitoris is your body's way of saying, "Let the vagina soak up some of the sexual spotlight, please!" The four-to seven-inch canal (it varies depending on the woman) can't hold a candle to the clitoris in the nerve-ending department. But it does boast a bunch, says Hoppe. The first two to three inches of the vagina "have hundreds of nerve endings and are majorly sensitive," she says. "That's why when a woman is giving birth and the baby is crowning, they call it the 'ring of fire.' " To stimulate these first few inches of your vaginal canal, try shorter, shallower thrusting during sex.<br /><br />WHAT LIES BENEATH<br />Deeper into the vaginal walls, you'll find one of the vagina's trickiest trump cards: the G-spot. If the clitoris is famous, the G-spot is infamous. Not every woman can tap into its potential, but if you do, the rewards are phenomenal.<br /><br />The G-spot is a spongy area about the size of a nickel, and it's located an inch or two into the anterior wall of the vagina, just under the pubic mound--and you've got to feel it to believe it. It has bumpy, knotty striations similar to a walnut, and it demands a hands-on, tough-love approach. "The G-spot's nerves are contained in fattier tissue, so you have to provide deeper, firmer pressure to stimulate it," says Kerner. For starters, you should already be really turned on before it's accessed. That's because the tissue doesn't swell and make itself known until you've enjoyed proper foreplay.<br /><br />G-spot stimulation also calls for a tagteam approach. You can hit it by having your guy enter you from behind, but the best bet is to have him go down on you with his tongue and fingers. "With his mouth on your clitoris, have him use his fingers in a come-hither motion to apply firm, rhythmic pressure to the G-spot," says Kerner. Put those two together and it's like they're high-fiving each other for a job well done.<br /><br />If you haven't had what you think is a G-spot orgasm, don't stress over it. (For the record, orgasms that originate in this zone generally feel expansive and deep, while orgasms that start in the clitoris often feel more acute and intense.) "Many women say the G-spot enhances their orgasm," says Kerner. "They wouldn't isolate it and say, 'Wow, I just had a G-spot orgasm.' It's more like, 'I just had an orgasm, and what he was doing felt really good.' That's why most vibrators come with a clitoral stimulator and a G-spot stimulator. They work in tandem to create what's commonly referred to as a blended orgasm." While you can have a clitoral orgasm without G-spot stimulation, it's a little trickier to achieve the reverse. But ultimately, it doesn't matter where it's coming from--at the end of the day, an orgasm is an orgasm. And they all feel amazing. <br /><br />Down-There Myths<br />It's time for these tall tales to bounce.<br /><br />"It smells bad down there."<br />Of all the myths, this is the one that really pisses off the expertsespecially because it keeps women from accepting and enjoying oral sex, the prime gateway to orgasm. "We are overly sensitive and insecure about the smell of our vaginas," says sex educator Logan Levkoff, Ph.D., author of Third Base Ain't What It Used to Be. "And we are far harder on it than any partner would be." Experts chalk it up to years of douche advertisements and the perception that vaginas should smell like rosewater. Um, they don't. Every woman has her own unique scent, but most of us have a musky smell that men are biologically wired to be attracted to, says Lissa Rankin, M.D. "Your scent may change from day to day, depending on how hot the weather is, what you ate, and when you last showered." That said, it's good to know what you smell like on an average day so that you can pinpoint any changes. A fishy smell, for instance, could be a sign of an infection called bacterial vaginosis.<br /><br />"They all look the same."<br />Like any other body part, the vagina and vulva have basic shapes, but there is quite a bit of variation in coloration, symmetry, and pubic hair patterns. The biggest variation is in the labia minora, says Debby Herbenick, Ph.D. "Studies in which the lips have been measured have found up to 150 percent difference from one woman to another." Translation: Labial size can vary by up to an inch and a half.<br /><br />"It can be too tight or too loose."<br />Unless a woman is a virgin or she's had a traumatic birthing experience with multiple children, there aren't big anatomical differences in vaginal canals, says Herbenick. Usually, feeling too tight or loose is a matter of lubrication. If you're too wet, there's not enough friction. If you're too dry, almost any penis will feel huge. Always have a tube of lube within reach if you tend to be dry, or a hand towel nearby if you get sopping wet. Granted, women who've had several vaginal deliveries might feel slightly looser, because some nerve endings have been destroyed, says Diana Hoppe, M.D. But Kegels can help strengthen the pelvic floor and muscles surrounding the vagina. "To do them, squeeze to contract the vaginal muscles for two seconds, then relax. Repeat for 10 minutes whenever you're waiting somewhere," she says.<br /><br />"You can lose stuff in it."<br />Think your tampon went AWOL? No need to call the search-and-rescue squad. "Women seem to have this concept that the vagina is some never-ending tube that goes into the lungs," says Rankin. "But the vagina is like a sock. It goes only so far in length, so you can pull out anything that gets stuck." The cervix is a microscopic hole, and only a sperm can slip through there and make itself at home in the uterus. Anything else will hit a roadblock. 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        <media:copyright url="http://ahermin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2011-2013 ~ahermin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <b>You are a slave.<br /><br />I know thats not what you want to hear as you hoist your New Years champagne, but it is the unpleasant truth that we all face.</b><br /><br />"We are the new slaves, enslaved by the Corporate King. The king disguises itself as our democratic government. But it lies to us and betrays us. The king owns our minds.<br /><br />We are the new slaves, enslaved by the kings propaganda and lies. We are told we are free. But money controls all, and the people have little. The money I speak of buys elections and lying politicians who are the minions of the Corporate King. The Supreme Court, itself owned by the Corporate King, has just delivered our country over to the power of money with the courts latest decision in which it proclaims that the king may spend whatever the king wishes to further enslave the people, by feeding the people lies, feeding their prejudices, feeding their fear, feeding their hatreds and suspicions and claiming it is all for their benefit and their freedom.<br /><br />We are the new slaves, enslaved by the kings voice, the television that educates us and our children, that corrupts our values with violence, that dumbs us down so we can no longer think for ourselves. We turn to the tube to think for us. It tells us what gadgets, what things to buy and how to become further enslaved to pay for them. We once enslaved the aborigines in this country by trading them trinkets and mirrors in exchange for their land. It is an old trick that those in power play on the powerless. We are the powerless.<br /><br />We are the new slaves. We are enslaved by banks and their demand for interest. The banks own our homes. We pay the banks rent in the form of interest, and we keep up their property at our expense. The banks are the soul of the Corporate King. But king is governed by no moral code. The king is governed only by its greed.<br /><br />We are the new slaves. We pay tribute to the Corporate King from the sweat of our bodies to finance the kings wars, wars not for our benefit, but for the kings further enrichment and power. Our people die in such wars. Our people die without adequate health care. Millions of our children go to bed at night hungry and uneducated. The king does not care. It cares only for its wars and its profit.<br /><br />"The king sits back and laughs. To control the minds of hundreds of millions of people is divine. But such power is in the hands of fools who are the collective mind of the Corporate King. That mind is terminally diseased with greed. And the people are in jeopardy, for the king will continue to betray the people and lie to the people until it has sucked out the last of our lives. The Corporate King is insane.<br /><br />What shall a desperate people do? We will do nothing until we learn the truth of our slavery. Will it then be too late except to scream in the streets?<br /><br />But the king is deaf."<br /><br />Gerry Spence ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2011/332/c/1/2004__year_of_the_slave_by_ahermin-d4hjs2q.jpg" height="100" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/332/c/1/2004__year_of_the_slave_by_ahermin-d4hjs2q.jpg" height="200" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/332/c/1/2004__year_of_the_slave_by_ahermin-d4hjs2q.jpg" height="599" width="900" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <b>You are a slave.<br /><br />I know thats not what you want to hear as you hoist your New Years champagne, but it is the unpleasant truth that we all face.</b><br /><br />"We are the new slaves, enslaved by the Corporate King. The king disguises itself as our democratic government. But it lies to us and betrays us. The king owns our minds.<br /><br />We are the new slaves, enslaved by the kings propaganda and lies. We are told we are free. But money controls all, and the people have little. The money I speak of buys elections and lying politicians who are the minions of the Corporate King. The Supreme Court, itself owned by the Corporate King, has just delivered our country over to the power of money with the courts latest decision in which it proclaims that the king may spend whatever the king wishes to further enslave the people, by feeding the people lies, feeding their prejudices, feeding their fear, feeding their hatreds and suspicions and claiming it is all for their benefit and their freedom.<br /><br />We are the new slaves, enslaved by the kings voice, the television that educates us and our children, that corrupts our values with violence, that dumbs us down so we can no longer think for ourselves. We turn to the tube to think for us. It tells us what gadgets, what things to buy and how to become further enslaved to pay for them. We once enslaved the aborigines in this country by trading them trinkets and mirrors in exchange for their land. It is an old trick that those in power play on the powerless. We are the powerless.<br /><br />We are the new slaves. We are enslaved by banks and their demand for interest. The banks own our homes. We pay the banks rent in the form of interest, and we keep up their property at our expense. The banks are the soul of the Corporate King. But king is governed by no moral code. The king is governed only by its greed.<br /><br />We are the new slaves. We pay tribute to the Corporate King from the sweat of our bodies to finance the kings wars, wars not for our benefit, but for the kings further enrichment and power. Our people die in such wars. Our people die without adequate health care. Millions of our children go to bed at night hungry and uneducated. The king does not care. It cares only for its wars and its profit.<br /><br />"The king sits back and laughs. To control the minds of hundreds of millions of people is divine. But such power is in the hands of fools who are the collective mind of the Corporate King. That mind is terminally diseased with greed. And the people are in jeopardy, for the king will continue to betray the people and lie to the people until it has sucked out the last of our lives. The Corporate King is insane.<br /><br />What shall a desperate people do? We will do nothing until we learn the truth of our slavery. Will it then be too late except to scream in the streets?<br /><br />But the king is deaf."<br /><br />Gerry Spence<br /><div><img src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2011/332/c/1/2004__year_of_the_slave_by_ahermin-d4hjs2q.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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