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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:24188</id>
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    <title>Currently Inactive</title>
    <published>2009-11-08T02:53:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-08T02:54:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Nothing new has been posted here in a while, and I don't think anything will be posted here anytime soon either. It remains as an archive of love, experiences, and memory. For now, at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:23332</id>
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    <title>16 things</title>
    <published>2009-06-25T17:45:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-25T17:45:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg278/cirsurfce/things.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 things you'll find in a bathroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razor&lt;br /&gt;hairbrush&lt;br /&gt;hair clip&lt;br /&gt;empty coffee mug&lt;br /&gt;toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;body spray&lt;br /&gt;deodorant&lt;br /&gt;hand lotion&lt;br /&gt;shampoo&lt;br /&gt;perfume&lt;br /&gt;hand cream&lt;br /&gt;more hand cream&lt;br /&gt;more hand lotion&lt;br /&gt;extra razors&lt;br /&gt;toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;a carton of blueberries..... ?</content>
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    <title>Clarity</title>
    <published>2009-06-23T07:18:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-23T07:18:44Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:22195</id>
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    <title>iTunes</title>
    <published>2009-02-17T04:13:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-17T04:13:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">- RULES -&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag as many friends.&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing (if they want to)&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Víg Mihály - May I have this Tango?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;Monospin - Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/ GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Dick Annegarn - Faubert Waltz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Mono Fontana - 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Howard Short - Suicide (From Dead Ringers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Willits &amp; Ryuichi Sakamoto - Umi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Luomo - The Present Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;mondii - Nature (out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Yui Onodera - 5 (from Punkt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Muslimgauze - India Rubber Buddha Melts and Forms a Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Popol Vuh - Aguirre II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Kiyoshi Mizutani - Woods in the Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Pola - Lierve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Vangelis - Eric's 400 Meters (from Chariots of Fire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Ken Ikeda - Looking at the Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Mokyow - Re-Release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/ INTEREST??&lt;br /&gt;Uakti - Taquaras-m1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Fourcolor - Dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Gene Kelly - 'S Wonderful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Upsets - Stoned in Shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Yair Etziony - Mechanism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Gainsbourg - Charlotte Forever</content>
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    <title>aus</title>
    <published>2009-01-25T06:37:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-25T06:37:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=8335777"&gt;with rain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="6" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:21322</id>
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    <title>Instant message accent</title>
    <published>2009-01-08T08:06:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-08T08:06:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In the most recent dictionary being produced right now, there is a new entry for the term 'instant message', also IM. One of the sections contains 'slang' like brb lol and even haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last section of the entry, there is an example of 'accent' in an IM conversation. This is the example sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Spencer:  yall move or something and really?'</content>
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    <title>Angels &amp; Mirrors</title>
    <published>2009-01-08T05:37:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-08T05:37:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg278/cirsurfce/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg278/cirsurfce/2.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:20492</id>
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    <title>Food</title>
    <published>2009-01-06T10:00:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-06T10:00:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm on a fish diet now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I read that since Tuna are being fished out a lot these days, a good alternative are sardines. They're not bad for you, have less Mercury than Tuna, and no carbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, worth a try!&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:19616</id>
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    <title>Libraries</title>
    <published>2008-12-06T02:50:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-06T02:50:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Does anyone know of a way to broadly search for specific library books to see which libraries (if any) have them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sound, Light, and Heat' by Mark Robinson Wright (1896)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Les Mystères de la Science' Louis Figuier (1887)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:19333</id>
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    <title>Iron Chef</title>
    <published>2008-11-14T08:24:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-14T08:24:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I've been wondering about this for quite some time. This is definitely a frequently-watched tv show in our house, so I decided to do some research to find out exactly who the 'chairman' is. Didn't take long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Mark Dacascos. Apparently he's an actor who has been in movies such as Brotherhood of the Wolf, Crying Freeman and Cradle 2 the Grave. Apparently he really is a martial arts expert, though I couldn't find out what level (I guess those flips are real?). Also, it seems he's the nephew of Takeshi Kaga, the original host of the Japanese Iron Chef. Though, upon further investigation, this is only an 'in-show relationship'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLEZ CUISINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.crowfans.com/sth/dvdmainpage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh ha ha.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:19098</id>
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    <title>Things are so much easier..</title>
    <published>2008-10-23T10:05:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-23T10:05:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dick Annegarn - Coutances</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg278/cirsurfce/soshorse-thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when everything is just for love.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:18793</id>
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    <title>Viscount, Roses, and Entrance</title>
    <published>2008-10-22T23:39:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-22T23:39:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg278/cirsurfce/10212008006small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg278/cirsurfce/10212008015small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg278/cirsurfce/10212008012small.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:17847</id>
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    <title>Nacreous Clouds</title>
    <published>2008-08-07T09:43:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-07T09:43:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.and-oar.org/images/and_33_hdr_img.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.and-oar.org/images/celer_nacreous_clouds_cvr_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available VERY SOON from www.and-oar.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar stratospheric clouds (PSCs), also known as "nacreous&lt;br /&gt;clouds", are found in the winter polar stratosphere at altitudes&lt;br /&gt;of 15,000–25,000 metres (50,000–80,000 ft).  Due to their high&lt;br /&gt;altitude and the curvature of the surface of the Earth, these&lt;br /&gt;clouds will receive sunlight from below the horizon and reflect it&lt;br /&gt;to the ground, shining brightly well before dawn or after dusk.&lt;br /&gt;PSCs form at very low temperatures, below −78 °C. These&lt;br /&gt;temperatures can occur in the lower stratosphere in polar&lt;br /&gt;winter. In the Antarctic, temperatures below −88 °C frequently&lt;br /&gt;cause type II PSCs. Such low temperatures are rarer in the&lt;br /&gt;Arctic. Apart from arctic regions, PSCs have also been known&lt;br /&gt;to be seen in Scandinavia, Iceland, Alaska and Northern&lt;br /&gt;Canada. Sometimes, however, they occur as far south as&lt;br /&gt;England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful release features 37 short tracks of raw&lt;br /&gt;iridescent ambience (total time exceeding 78 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;reflecting the hyper-temporal nature of what are known as&lt;br /&gt;"nacreous clouds". And like the clouds, the tracks are quick to&lt;br /&gt;appear and disappear. Playback using the random shuffle&lt;br /&gt;mode of your CD player is highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is undoubtedly an ambient release, it is unusual in&lt;br /&gt;that  there are many short tracks instead of one or two long&lt;br /&gt;ones, and each of the tracks is notably  "raw" in that they do not&lt;br /&gt;use additional processing like reverb to enhance the initial&lt;br /&gt;processed sound sources further. This might prove to be a&lt;br /&gt;challenge for those who prefer their ambience buried under a&lt;br /&gt;thousand pounds of reverb, but it is not the intent of the artists&lt;br /&gt;or and/OAR to release "just another ambient CD". Instead, we&lt;br /&gt;invite you to explore an alternative method of rendering&lt;br /&gt;ambience in a way that is more immediate, therefore effecting&lt;br /&gt;the listener's mind in a more personal and powerful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We originally recorded ourselves playing instruments such as&lt;br /&gt;cello, violin, piano and bells. We also made recordings of&lt;br /&gt;household sounds (such as showers, running water in the&lt;br /&gt;sink, and television static), plus the wind outside, beaches&lt;br /&gt;cars passing, walking on gravel streets, etc. Afterward we went&lt;br /&gt;through everything, choosing specific parts in lengths ranging&lt;br /&gt;from 3 seconds to 3 minutes, and made tape loops of&lt;br /&gt;everything. At this point, we arranged the different tape loops&lt;br /&gt;into patterns and speeds meant to resemble the clouds and&lt;br /&gt;their actions as much as possible. When mixing the loops, we&lt;br /&gt;played three to six of them at a time, on different reel-to-reel&lt;br /&gt;tape players connected to both of our laptops and channeled&lt;br /&gt;back out into a Kaiser filter."  (Celer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celer are the wife and husband duo of Dani Baquet-Long and&lt;br /&gt;Will Long. After releasing a rather prolific series of handcrafted&lt;br /&gt;self-released CDRs, 2008 has seen a sudden flurry of CD&lt;br /&gt;releases on recording labels such as Spekk (with Matthieu&lt;br /&gt;Ruhlmann), two releases on Infraction (with a possible third to&lt;br /&gt;come?), plus and/OAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle Baquet-Long is a teacher of special education and&lt;br /&gt;music therapy, a seasoned and published writer of poetry and&lt;br /&gt;prose, a painter, multi-instrumentalist and vocalist, also&lt;br /&gt;recording under the project name of Chubby Wolf. She has an&lt;br /&gt;extensive background in Gender Studies, Education, Basque&lt;br /&gt;History, Photography, and Tibetan Studies, as well as having&lt;br /&gt;lived in India, Nepal, Sri Lanka, and the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Long also works in education, and is a published writer of&lt;br /&gt;fiction, non-fiction, and poetry, with degrees from two&lt;br /&gt;universities in English and History, and with a background in&lt;br /&gt;Creative Writing, Philosophy, and Literature. He is also an&lt;br /&gt;instrumentalist, interested in finding a meeting place through&lt;br /&gt;music between the analog and digital world, through field&lt;br /&gt;recordings, custom software, arrangements, and concepts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Will and Dani's time together, they have produced&lt;br /&gt;numerous custom, handmade self-releases, sound for&lt;br /&gt;installations and art exhibitions, as well as creating works for&lt;br /&gt;independent labels in North America, Japan, and Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Their intent is producing works that reflect the nature of love,&lt;br /&gt;family, and their concerns and interests, through a relative and&lt;br /&gt;absolute symposium of expression. They currently reside on&lt;br /&gt;the coast of Southern California.</content>
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    <title>Boycott Reality TV</title>
    <published>2008-07-02T11:04:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-02T11:04:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I know that many other people have been thinking this lately, but how many others are sick to death of scripted and set-up 'reality shows' that endure season after season, always continuing to another season because of something that happens in either the final episode, or the reunion? It is obvious that they're just capitalizing on people's ignorance, and overexposure, because they're everywhere. Especially these 'finding love' shows.. how many of them have lasted one season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tila Tequila is done with a second, and expect a third. (this also yielded a rampant Italian spinoff)&lt;br /&gt;Flavor of Love went through how many? I can't even remember..&lt;br /&gt;Washed-up Poison singer's show went two rounds, and always has the possibility to return..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can't even say anything about the hedonism in the Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few examples! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I'm going to go watch some tennis, at who knows what time it is in the morning, while I put together CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief Charlie Brown!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:16966</id>
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    <title>Spanish</title>
    <published>2008-06-16T04:56:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-16T04:56:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey everyone, does anybody speak Spanish fluently, that might could help me translate something?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:15749</id>
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    <title>Comments</title>
    <published>2008-02-19T08:57:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-19T08:57:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hello everyone. Tonight, while looking through Myspace profiles, I came upon this comment. I can't say exactly where this comment was, but it was an odd place. Actually, this comment would be odd in just about any profile. Am I right? Pretty hilarious, regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blacktext10"&gt;                                         Feb 7 2008 2:28 PM                                     &lt;/span&gt; 																	                                     &lt;br /&gt; I am having Computer problems and it sucks. I just want to thank you for not thinking bad of me for not being able to comment back very much right now. I am lucky if regular comments go through for now. If I open more than one window it locks up on me. So I can't send pictures with my comments to you for now. :( I hope to have this fixed soon. Thank you so much for all the cool comments you send. They mean alot to me. I am able to see them sometimes before it locks up on me. And I am always so happy to get them. Thanks so much for being such a good friend. And as soon as I get these computers fixed I will send you lots of cool pics with my comments. But for now I am lucky to just get regular comments through to you. So thanks again for sticking with me. Your friendship means alot to me. ttyl. Luv Ya! xoxo"</content>
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    <title>Only the First</title>
    <published>2007-11-25T23:05:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-25T23:05:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://daisypath.http://daisypath.com/anniversary_years.php?r=27733Daisypath : Free Anniversary Announcementcom"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dn.daisypath.com/xt9cm8.png" alt="DaisypathAnniversary Years Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:14162</id>
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    <title>Opera</title>
    <published>2007-08-17T06:16:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-17T06:16:03Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:13909</id>
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    <title>Werckmeister Harmonies</title>
    <published>2007-07-07T20:32:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-07T20:32:00Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:13044</id>
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    <title>The Silver Lodge</title>
    <published>2007-04-30T22:22:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-30T22:22:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The window is a foggy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thin tin valley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the bottom, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when I can't see the moss that’s growing in valley, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look over, and everything hums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything stays still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could use some fans in these triangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside on the bottom, I can't see the apples, they’re Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window at the bottom; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the window at the bottom, &lt;br /&gt;I can't see the apples, Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window at the room; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slanted somewhat like the far wall of the apples, Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window is an angled drop-off through bushes and &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ceilings, mostly made of large wood beams, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; full walls and several strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I'm transparent to a foggy, tin valley. I can't see the apples, the Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window is in an ice cream cone with surrounding coffee cups,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and trees leading into a foggy, tin valley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the bottom, but when I can't see the apples, I see Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window at the end has moss growing in here, or it may even be inside a foggy, tin valley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the moss that’s growing in triangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the apples, the Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window at the bottom,; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the window; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an angled drop-off through bushes and several &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some fans in my head; I’m livid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm eating in triangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the apples, are Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm ordering an ice cream cone with surrounding coffee cups and ceilings, mostly made of the apples, Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window is at the bottom, but I can't see the moss that’s growing in a silver-lined restaurant with fictional ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the apples, Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window shows a foggy, tin valley. I look over, and everything hums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything stays still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could use some fans in here, or some fans in here, or even a foggy, tin valley. I can't see the far wall for the moss that’s growing in triangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside are the apples, Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be here, I should be here, but instead I, I, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm transparent to a foggy, tin valley. I can't see the apples, Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window is an angled drop-off through bushes and several strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I'm transparent to cry like the window at the apples, Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window is an ice cream cone with fictional ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the apples, Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window is an angled drop-off through bushes and ceilings, mostly made of the apples, Fuji apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window is an angled drop-off coffee cups and ceilings, mostly made of the window and the apples, Fuji apples.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:12741</id>
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    <title>Yinsa</title>
    <published>2007-04-25T22:18:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-25T22:18:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Molting and turquoise heads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molting and turquoise heads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molting and turquoise heads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molting and turquoise heads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molting and turquoise heads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molting and turquoise heads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molting and turquoise heads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molting and turquoise heads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molting and mounting from heights above a limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakness is on purpose (or of, or by), sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers drizzling over us and balloons calling Spanish names with turquoise heads, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molting and mounting from heights above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘A’ is on purpose, (or of or by), sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers drizzling over a once camped upon home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stances in pink fluorescent curves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every first word is on purpose (or of or by), sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers drizzling over a limit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weakness is on home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stances in pink fluorescent curves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every first word is on purpose (or of or by), sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers drizzling over a once camped upon home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stances in pink fluorescent curves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every first word is on purpose (or of or by), sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers drizzling over a blank ______; that is on purpose (or of, or by), sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers drizzling over a limit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weakness is a limit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weakness is on purpose (or of or by), sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers drizzling over a limit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weakness is on purpose (or of or by), sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newspapers drizzling over and calling Spanish names and turquoise heads, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molting and mounting from underneath the floor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;round seagull balloons calling Spanish names, (or of or by), our sides.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:11132</id>
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    <title>Versicolor</title>
    <published>2006-10-10T18:13:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-10T18:13:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;ver‧si‧col‧or&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" class="show_ipapr"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈvɜr&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" class="luna-Img" /&gt;sɪˌkʌl&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" class="luna-Img" /&gt;ər&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a title="Click for pronunciation key" class="pronlink"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="pron_toggle"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Click to show spelled pronunciation" class="pronlink"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" class="show_spellpr"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;b&gt;vur&lt;/b&gt;-si-kuhl-er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–adjective  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="dn"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;changeable in color: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;versicolor skies. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="dn"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;of various colors; parti-colored: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a versicolor flower arrangement. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tail"&gt;&lt;div class="var"&gt;Also, &lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span&gt;especially &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;ver‧si‧col‧our.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr class="ety" /&gt;&lt;div class="ety"&gt;[Origin: &lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;1620–30; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt; L, equiv. to &lt;i&gt;vers&lt;/i&gt;(&lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;) ptp. of &lt;i&gt;vertere&lt;/i&gt; to turn (see &lt;span&gt;&lt;a style="font-variant: small-caps;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=verse"&gt;verse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) + &lt;i&gt;-i-&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;a style="font-variant: small-caps;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=-i-"&gt;-i-&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;i&gt;color&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;a style="font-variant: small-caps;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=color"&gt;color&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:10809</id>
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    <title>Sampling Pond</title>
    <published>2006-09-13T19:36:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-13T19:38:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l11/TheBicameralMind/SamplingPond.jpg" alt="" /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mississippi, 1977&lt;em&gt; Photo by Jerry Long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:10585</id>
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    <title>Opriment</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T18:41:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-11T18:41:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sounding,&lt;br /&gt;sleepy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; whispering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; warnings, &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hearing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; are they&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; last&amp;nbsp; has&amp;nbsp; left&lt;br /&gt;the&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; similar? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; last &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; around&amp;nbsp; every&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; bend &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; beds &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  dried&lt;br /&gt;same,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cirsurfce:9810</id>
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    <title>Recember</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T19:13:37Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Calm your pale hands.</content>
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