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    <title>Guy, Interrupted</title>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2008.</copyright>
    <category>Family Issues</category>
    <category>Gay and lesbian lifestyles</category>
    <category>Relationships</category>
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      <title>Goodbye to You</title>
      <link>http://windofsuchviolence.blogdrive.com/archive/411.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 17:05:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Morning After</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2007 14:03:50 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Morning After
  
The moon is cold and makes 
its descent behind dull clouds,
fading at the sight of morning’s bright eye.
 
You burble in half-sleep.
Your opening words break over the air,
staccato crackling like some demented wireless,
 
Eyes dulled by the harsh blade
of morning, lips smacking.
Your vowels rise clean as souls.
 
The death’s head awakens itself within me
once again; bleats, bellows, stumbles
onward, cow-like and graceless.
 
The eye-shell counts everything seen
in the frosted apathy of a stone god.
Things may pass into being -or from it-
and still the shell... (more)</description>
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      <title>Would You Like Some Arsenic With Those Fries?</title>
      <link>http://windofsuchviolence.blogdrive.com/archive/409.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2007 23:50:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I'm horrified. I found out, during random browsing around online that there are actually &quot;how to&quot; websites giving detailed information on how to effectively commit suicide and not fail. Good god. 
How can the authors of sites like these actually sleep at night knowing their websites are ending people's lives? This totally shocks me. I know I've been suicidal, okay fine but in my sane state of mind, I find this dispicable as I'm sure I would were I unbalanced. It's just morally wrong to give people information that actually encourages them to commit suicide.
After all, it's not exactly a... (more)</description>
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      <title>Intrigue!</title>
      <link>http://windofsuchviolence.blogdrive.com/archive/408.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2007 17:04:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I've discovered that if you put my name (correction, my nickname) Lorcs into google image search a photo of me appears. So odd. Also for Lorcan Black, back when i had shorter hair.
How odd...</description>
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      <title>Going, Going... Staying. Meh..</title>
      <link>http://windofsuchviolence.blogdrive.com/archive/407.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 18:02:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I wish I could leave my job. My god it's so dull. Please someone abduct me for the duration of my shift so or else I think I'll wrap a paper bag over a customer's face and hold it there!
I have editing to do. I have no time for work. Can't they tell I'm a not-so-starving artist? (Oi vey!) I should be a bum harrassing people for change... oh wait no, that's worse.... smothering customers with paper bags it is then...
I'm not kidding when I say a man actually walked in one day and (of course there's wine everywhere it being a wine store and all) he asks &quot;Do you sell... white wine?&quot;
I had a... (more)</description>
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      <title>Progress</title>
      <link>http://windofsuchviolence.blogdrive.com/archive/406.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 20:06:35 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I checked the mail today and got one bill and one SAE I'd sent off with a letter to prospective agents (about my novel). I figured &quot;Shit, it's a rejection letter.&quot; I left it on the dinning table and left to meet my friend Nick for coffee. We chatted, walked around a while and eventually I got home and realised I hadn't bothered to open my mail so reluctantly I did. 
It was a one page letter, they didn't even bother sending back my synopsis with it, so I thought &quot;Shit. That sucks.&quot;
However, the second line caught me off guard. They want to see the first three chapters, and if that goes well,... (more)</description>
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      <title>Love &amp; Drugs</title>
      <link>http://windofsuchviolence.blogdrive.com/archive/405.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2007 20:50:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Okay. Discussion time. Leave your comments as always.
We all know I've had my skirmishes with drugs. You could pretty much say I ordered a la carte and had a bite of most of what was on the menu (coke, E, acid, marijuana and magic mushrooms).
I don't do that shit anymore, but when does the line between using and abusing blur? When does a user, become an addict? It is suffice to say that anyone who uses drugs at all is an addict? Basically the media portrays users (of any kind) as people who will sell their grandma's to gather cash the next fix.
Having been in a bad place on drugs years... (more)</description>
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      <title>Little Earthquakes</title>
      <link>http://windofsuchviolence.blogdrive.com/archive/404.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Jul 2007 20:54:41 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>My mom's going through a cancer scare, I'm trying to find a publisher or agent and going crazy, my friend lost her baby and other friend is under the editor's knife AND IT WON'T STOP RAINING! It's been 36 consecutive days of rain now. Sun: shine, please!
I'm still looking for a permanent full time job that might stimulate me. *Sigh*. I'd rather get an agent or publisher first however. Currently writing something which might be material for a novel (or bits of it anyway). Who knows. Do you know? I sure don't know.
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      <title>The Chicken Dance</title>
      <link>http://windofsuchviolence.blogdrive.com/archive/403.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 14:11:24 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Why is it that I can concentrate on video games, books and movies, but when it comes down to writing I can't quite seem to get to grips with it. I've had a few ideas for a new novel but I can't quite seem to think up anything very concrete. I love the idea of following two people, male and female, and some kind of twist but I have no idea how... I've thought of one stalking the other, one written in the third person, and the other written in the first person, but meh, I don't know. I even thought of following two characters and then merging them together at the end as two personalities in one... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://windofsuchviolence.blogdrive.com/comments?id=403</comments>
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      <title>Wandering Star</title>
      <link>http://windofsuchviolence.blogdrive.com/archive/402.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2007 20:38:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The time has come: Roz's leaving party is on tonight in Harrigan's. I'm so sad I have hardly any words to write this. I don't know what I'll do, who I'll go to with problems. I guess skype conversations and emails are a good subsitute, but nothing like the real thing.... God, Darwin is like literally a thousand miles or more from here (I guess?). I know she will use this time to its best effect and I think the distance will do her good. I'll just miss her so much, I'll probably actually grieve. 
Tonight I'm going to take as many pictures as my camera will allow, and the scummy thing is I'm... (more)</description>
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