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		<title>R.I.P. Six Kitty</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 20:48:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[R.I.P. My Six kitty. October 31st, 1999 &#8211; January 17, 2012 You were always more than just a cat. I remember when I found you as a kitten, all those years ago, out in the woods. I picked you up, and took you with me. I knew you were different&#8230;something special. Maybe it was those ]]></description>
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		<title>Figments</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2010 00:23:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cataclysmic fates, erase, embrace the stone walled, exiled threads Deconstructed gates, misplaced, defaced frosted glass, defiled dead The ways this reality slowly declines, softly aligns, weaves so entwined Can it be, what you see is just Figments of a dream, imprints of a scream Helpless sounds, surround, down shallow paths, echoing static Shifting grounds, astounds, ]]></description>
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		<title>Circle</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Sep 2010 02:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ezbik</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sands pouring faster, hourglass of time Bones grown frail, removed from their prime Hunched over figure, broken is the spine Words spoken softly, meaning so benign Thoughts loom larger, engulfed within the sky Breath comes shorter, muttering reply Black pupils dilate, the vision they deny Lips move slowly, ideas they imply Dirt piles deeper, body ]]></description>
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		<title>One Year Ago Today</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2010 00:57:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ezbik</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One year ago today, I got married. It was a fascinating thing. All the people, my friends, coming to my wedding. My best man driving all the way from Miami just to be there. I wouldn&#8217;t have been able to do it at all if he hadn&#8217;t. How things have changed so much since that ]]></description>
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		<title>7-5-99 10:49pm (old)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 22:43:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ezbik</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Pity towards the self-expressionless factoids. Inexhaustible amount of bad feelings for the time to come. Germinating seeds of anger and chaos. The core of my being cursed by lack of know-how and elbow grease. Legacies unwritten in stone. Purity wasted on selfish desires of the flesh. Hunger for the unknown. Helpless accidents; hapless fears. Accountable ]]></description>
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		<title>The Body (old)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 22:27:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ezbik</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Electric pulses of controlled energy shoot through the veins and arteries of the body. Fluids sway, uninhibited in valleys of tissues and muscle, rippling throughout bone. Blood pumping, forced into the chamber of the heart, continuing on to the miles of narrow corridors. Bubbling stomach acids eating, burning nutrients of consumed foods, breaking down to ]]></description>
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		<title>Just For A Second (old)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 22:17:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Soon into the light we go Troubles tossed to and fro Time is ripped for all to see Its endless threads interweave The northern lights shine brightly on Maine Slowly driving everyone insane Over the White House it glistens and gleams But everything isn&#8217;t as right as it seems As the flare hits, time screams ]]></description>
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		<title>Wants</title>
		<link>http://ezbik.com/blog/?p=68</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Aug 2010 01:18:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ezbik</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I want to set the world on fire. I want to watch the oceans burn and see the horizon engulfed in flames. I want the heat to melt mountains. I want the sky gray with soot as the missiles go streaming by. I want the explosions to penetrate the air and vibrate the trees apart. ]]></description>
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		<title>End of the World</title>
		<link>http://ezbik.com/blog/?p=66</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Aug 2010 01:18:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ezbik</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The end of the world is a cosmic joke. In all ages and time periods, there always seems to be this fascination with the &#8220;end of the world&#8221;. Whether it be by planetary upheaval, governmental control, or random encounters with asteroids, at some point, we are all convinced the world will cease. There always seems ]]></description>
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		<title>The Box</title>
		<link>http://ezbik.com/blog/?p=64</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Aug 2010 01:17:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ezbik</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I view the world from a box of my own making. No matter how many windows and doors I may construct, the box will remain the same. It contains me, sustains me, and will be my crypt long after I am gone. I was always taught to &#8220;think outside the box&#8221;; is the act of ]]></description>
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