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	<title>Revolutionary Arts Network ::  ChickenPlanter :: Blogs</title> 
	<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/user/ChickenPlanter/blogs</link> 
	<description>some descr about blogs</description>
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		<title><![CDATA[Freedom of Talk is dead]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_121</link>
		<description><![CDATA[I write passionately, because I am not allowed to speak passionately. Freedom to say what you like is now completely erased from our short list of liberties in this country. The freedom to write what ]]></description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 05:02:49 -0600</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[thoughts]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_60</link>
		<description><![CDATA[    Thoughts     Begrudgingly engulfed into society  The one becomes the numerous  Idealistic customs and theories  Are shattered by the relentless  Fist of the majority  Are you a divine being who ha]]></description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 07:11:42 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Faces and demons]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_51</link>
		<description><![CDATA[    The faces from the bar glared back at him. Probing and silently asking for a reason. They haunted his sleep. They would not allow him to rest his mind. The asking for forgiveness, something he cou]]></description>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 10:32:37 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Post Bible]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_32</link>
		<description><![CDATA[    Post bible     An obelisk of stone  Miles high  Heavy winds are thrown  Sweeping dust  Across the fields  Billions are disowned     A form of man  Atop the rock  Immortal and goddamned  Raising gh]]></description>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 09:27:12 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Senses of the people]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_18</link>
		<description><![CDATA[    Senses of the people     The flaming smoke of a dying dream surrounds the multitudes.  A green putrid essence of a shattered existence clings to most.  A dreary, numbing hum emanates from every ob]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 06:31:37 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[In a tear]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_17</link>
		<description><![CDATA[    In a tear  Lies all the dreams  All the memories  All the hopes and trials   Of a person&#8217;s life  ]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 06:04:34 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[In Eden]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_16</link>
		<description><![CDATA[    if life is a dream  please, please arouse me in death  so I may fully live  my true reality  so I avoid traipsing, tripping and day dreaming  in Eden  ]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 05:59:03 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Eighty plus years]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_7</link>
		<description><![CDATA[    Eighty plus years     They don&#8217;t realize that there is only eighty plus years  To this body, then the knowledge goes  You must then start all over  Back to square one  No wonder none of life]]></description>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 19:56:14 -0500</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Bitter Sand]]></title>
		<link>http://revolutionaryartsnetwork.com/blog/view/id_5</link>
		<description><![CDATA[    Bitter sand etched snake-like runways across the drying blood as it seeped from his lacerated arm.  The jagged edge of torn flesh loomed like a Chicago skyscraper from this angle. Head flat on the]]></description>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 11:48:42 -0500</pubDate>
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