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			<title>Hmm, Cont.</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 16:55:01 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Another time, a raven, this one with a comb-over and an ugly tie with no cartoon characters on it told me I was waging a long and bloody war on my bladder 
"I wasn't aware I was doing that" I replied absently; distracted by trying to stare at the tip of my nose as to draw my steely grey irises...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Another time, a raven, this one with a comb-over and an ugly tie with no cartoon characters on it told me I was waging a long and bloody war on my bladder<br />
&quot;I wasn't aware I was doing that&quot; I replied absently; distracted by trying to stare at the tip of my nose as to draw my steely grey irises together like they had suddenly become magnetized <br />
&quot;Yes you are&quot; he reasserted<br />
Vaseline began to creep through cracks in the tiles, making the floor quite slippery <br />
&quot;You must cut out your bladder using a dagger&quot; he said<br />
&quot;and turn it inside out&quot;<br />
&quot;and stuff it with chives and garlic&quot;<br />
&quot;and marinade it in fine sauces&quot;<br />
&quot;and cook it for exactly three hours and no minutes&quot;<br />
&quot;and season it gently&quot; <br />
&quot;and advertise it as ethnic cuisine&quot; <br />
&quot;and sell it to an urban middle-class couple who wants to appear more cultured&quot;<br />
&quot;and watch as they eat it and describe the synergy of the flavors and the multi-layered properties of the textures&quot;<br />
&quot;But you shouldn't enjoy this process too much&quot; he warned &quot;as to seem magnanimous in your victory&quot;<br />
I wanted to ask him how he knew all this and if there was a vending machine nearby because my ocular exercises had created a powerful hunger<br />
But he left through a closed door before I could<br />
The smell of warm tuna stirred in his wake<br />
<br />
My heart wanted to agree with his assessment<br />
But my head wouldn't permit it<br />
And my genitalia wanted me to store a mental picture of his feet for later<br />
I wondered if other people had ironic genitalia like me<br />
Often times when I'm alone I hear a screaming sound emanating from just above my chin</blockquote>

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			<title>Hmm,</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 17:25:59 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[A raven told me that all licorice was poison 
Except the blue kind which was actually nylon rope 
And that I should stop eating it because I was getting unsightly strands of bright blue nylon stuck in between my teeth   
I did not comply 
I don't listen to ravens anymore since that last time when a...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">A raven told me that all licorice was poison<br />
Except the blue kind which was actually nylon rope<br />
And that I should stop eating it because I was getting unsightly strands of bright blue nylon stuck in between my teeth  <br />
I did not comply<br />
I don't listen to ravens anymore since that last time when a pale pink raven with long legs and a curvy neck told me to pleasure him between frantic bites of shrimp from the middle of a shallow pond<br />
I'm not welcome back at the zoo</blockquote>

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