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	<title>Comments on: A Poem About Me</title>
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		<title>By: Richard</title>
		<link>http://www.urbanscout.org/a-poem-about-me/#comment-9650</link>
		<dc:creator>Richard</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 08:45:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It seems to me there is a point where the foundation has been laid and the hatred becomes complete - no more room for amplification and no possibility of retrograde. A point where all the conversations on and around the topic begin to sound the same. Observe the loss of humanity, the dread drying of compassion. A cyclical rant on what has been well understood already but cannot be forgotten or excused. 

How wonderful a way to leak ills, through the high art of eloquence. The verbal rent creates the perfect vent. 'We live / in the civilized world' -- I suppose the goal is to not let the civilized world live in us. How much else can be done? Maybe some know the whys of restlessness and rage, but the answer to that is something I'd like to figure out... hanging fiesta bulbs and waiting does not satisfy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It seems to me there is a point where the foundation has been laid and the hatred becomes complete - no more room for amplification and no possibility of retrograde. A point where all the conversations on and around the topic begin to sound the same. Observe the loss of humanity, the dread drying of compassion. A cyclical rant on what has been well understood already but cannot be forgotten or excused. </p>
<p>How wonderful a way to leak ills, through the high art of eloquence. The verbal rent creates the perfect vent. &#8216;We live / in the civilized world&#8217; &#8212; I suppose the goal is to not let the civilized world live in us. How much else can be done? Maybe some know the whys of restlessness and rage, but the answer to that is something I&#8217;d like to figure out&#8230; hanging fiesta bulbs and waiting does not satisfy.</p>
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		<title>By: williaum</title>
		<link>http://www.urbanscout.org/a-poem-about-me/#comment-9548</link>
		<dc:creator>williaum</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 08:42:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>excuse me, i believe that last line should read "the *unstoppable* canon of your heart."

on a non-sycophantic tip, geez LOUISE li's a breeze with the steez that bleeds what we reads...and these words cut deeper than three swords!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>excuse me, i believe that last line should read &#8220;the *unstoppable* canon of your heart.&#8221;</p>
<p>on a non-sycophantic tip, geez LOUISE li&#8217;s a breeze with the steez that bleeds what we reads&#8230;and these words cut deeper than three swords!</p>
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