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			<title>Violet Ink Memoirs</title>
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			<dc:creator>Kampfy</dc:creator>
			<description>Violet Ink Memoirs 



Me...In German me; is Ich and I I'd only become increasingly more aware of the Itch's there were in me... tempted to scratch these itch's out, That  Though would be rather self destructive, however If you have a rash you must tend to it lest it infect your mind.

Its said that only by forgetting ones self will you gain Satori. I will forgo it all Not entropy no longer bound to me or this place any residual reflections seen will haze as you turn away from the splintered  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 11:39:35 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Claws in earth friendly</title>
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			<dc:creator>Kampfy</dc:creator>
			<description>This auspiciously coco coated day I your Light heard Jester send you a woven tail...for your, heart -musment

	 right now, what's on your mind  Sundials. And St. Valentine's Day. the two are arriving arrant they...  so theirs this dragon. I know him he's pretty, and gallant, his roar is loud as ell but some times you need to offer up sacrificial dogs to coax him from the cave.  i mean though , be when he's out woah, just Woah,  leads ya speechless he does. i remember this one day when I was  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 09:53:59 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Linoleum - Pike - Translation</title>
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			<dc:creator>Ina</dc:creator>
			<description>Note: Strictly speaking, the original was not my piece. However, it is by a friend of mine, who is a brilliant musician and writer. I translated this a few moments ago and would like to share it with you.



Linoleum



Sometimes it seems to me that this winter will never end. The blame cannot be placed on snow or bone-shattering cold; on the contrary, it is their absence that makes the season seem infinite.

I look out through the train's windows, only briefly resting my gaze on the white  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 04:15:07 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Sullen wings Beautiful wings</title>
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			<dc:creator>Kampfy</dc:creator>
			<description>Note: exerpt from larger story (more to come) Violence, Gore



How we love those restless nights befouled of visions, don't we? This particular night between live and dead, a memory flowed evincing the savior. 



Silence.... fog thick in the air, a rain like small wet pin-pricks, I found myself amongst foreboding buildings of a lost city. I wasn't alone, though as-good-as, seemed the inhabitants could neither cry out nor find themselves in that fog. Face to face still lost

they trod the  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 06:00:48 GMT</pubDate>
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