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		<title>Swanee&#8217;s 57th birthday and his bloody cheek</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2010 20:47:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night I was standing outside Reposado's and a man named Swanee came over to me and my friend with a bloody face. He said it was his birthday today, he had turned 57 and he had gotten into a little fight in which another man hit him with a rock. His face was swollen with a sharp puncture wound from the edge of the rock.  There were stains of blood and a raw spot where he had been hit, on the cheekbone...<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stradgirl.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11419884&amp;post=1365&amp;subd=stradgirl&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>life like water like wind like the air</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Aug 2010 05:17:54 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Beauty]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[i do what i like. i just do what i like. that&#8217;s my life motto. i do what i like. it&#8217;s harder to do than one would assume&#8230; it&#8217;s like performing playing&#8230; can so easily screw up the channel the natural forces. if i REALLY just did what i liked i know that i would [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stradgirl.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11419884&amp;post=1361&amp;subd=stradgirl&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>but let there be spaces in your togetherness</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 16:21:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[But let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other&#8217;s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stradgirl.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11419884&amp;post=1349&amp;subd=stradgirl&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 06:05:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[(reblogged from http://theinfiniteconversation.tumblr.com/) Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stradgirl.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11419884&amp;post=1342&amp;subd=stradgirl&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>somersault</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 16:36:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Listen You&#8217;re the prince to my ballerina You feed other people&#8217;s parking meters You encourage the eating of ice cream You would somersault in sand with me You talk to loners, you ask how&#8217;s your week You give love to all and give love to me You&#8217;re obsessed with hiding the sticks and stones When [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stradgirl.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11419884&amp;post=1336&amp;subd=stradgirl&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>innocence speaking</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2010 17:27:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A short off-the-cuff for you before embarking on my paper. I look at my friends taking jobs and starting on careers &#8212; knowing them personally, their professional outfit/garment/what seems foreign and even surprising in many cases.  If I ask them about their work, the way they describe makes it seem even more distant from what [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stradgirl.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11419884&amp;post=1320&amp;subd=stradgirl&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>impulses captured, idle preoccupation, or the life itself</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 05:04:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sunday, 30 December 2007 at 00:49 The cat wants to come into the room. I am sort of cold. This room is a bit chilly right now. It is what you choose not to say. Blink was an okay book. With very interesting insights. Whatever lifts you out of an ordinary perspective is worth the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=stradgirl.wordpress.com&amp;blog=11419884&amp;post=991&amp;subd=stradgirl&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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