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      <title>&quot;It is time to die out&quot;</title>
      <link>http://cloudis.blogdrive.com/archive/3.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Apr 2006 00:11:21 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>That makes one moment that thought of it, it is necessary now m to resigto it and all for me to stop
(pooooooooowwwa !!! C’is that I become poet !)
Therefore, if, if you are long with the relaxation and that you did not include/understand yet : this is the last article. With the resumption of the courses less and less have time m’to occupy of this blog then, to as much stop… even if there are so much things to say on the threats which weigh on our planet that could have continued it jusqu’at my 95 years.
hopes that these pages have you more, keep them in a corner of your head… 

New easy... (more)</description>
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      <title>Self-Portrait</title>
      <link>http://cloudis.blogdrive.com/archive/2.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2005 02:41:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Self-Portrait
He wants to be

a brutal old man

an aggressive old man,

as dull, as brutal

as the emptiness around him,
He doesn’t want compromise,

nor to be ever nice

to anyone. Just mean,

and final in his brutal,

his total, rejection of it all.
He tried the sweet,

the gentle, the “oh

let’s hold hands together”

and it was awful,

dull, brutally inconsequential.
Now he’ll stand on

his own two dwindling legs.

His arms, his skin,

shrink daily. And 

he loves, but hates equally.

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      <title>Speak</title>
      <link>http://cloudis.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2005 02:29:51 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Found notebook entry, January 2001 

Speak as if your life depended on it. Speak as if you were the tablet of stone, the fire-breathing dragon dispatched to explain the new ideas. Speak as if you weren’t even the person at the table who, after splashing the water pitcher about, went on to make a ruckus in the next room. Speak as if you were going to kill yourself. Don’t cry for me. Speak up! Speak as if you were you, you were you intentionally, and then you fired up another record that was so overbearing everybody leaves. Speak as if you were funny once. Speak as if you were to tell the... (more)</description>
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