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      <title>Where to stay.</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 27 Mar 2006 02:33:45 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I was on a low budget holiday, so i looked around and found the perfect accomodation with the right prices of which i could afford. It was ver comfortable with self contained kitchenette, shower, toilet which i shared with other people that were holidaying too.</description>
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      <title>Presentation:</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 26 Dec 2005 20:53:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> Black and White Pictures of My Legs Presentation: Black and White Pictures of My Legs by Sara Pictures or representations of women with body hair (leg hair, armpit hair, pubic hair, facial hair) are hard to find. You will not see them anywhere in the mainstream media, not even in commercials or advertisements that recommend depilation or shaving products for women. The models in those commercials are usually shown shavin Cocks or depilating their already perfectly smooth legs. Even out on the street or in other public places you will have to try hard to find women with visible armpit hair... (more)</description>
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      <title>Passages</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2005 03:41:10 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Passages from The Ebonic Mass 
There's been a lot of references to wonderful translations of Britney into Old English and Sir Mix-a-Lot into Latin on other poetry-related blogs, so I thought I would share my own ill-fated translation project.
A couple years ago, I put the Roman Catholic priest's mass -- it's actually, I forget the proper name for it, it's like a book of common prayer, with the entire priestly script for weddings, funerals, etc -- into an online ebonics translator. I forget where it is, there's plenty of them online.
Below are some choice passages. And in case anyone is... (more)</description>
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      <title>Are over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2005 04:43:50 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>may i say....
that my prelims...
Are over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
goodbye to late night mugging, goodbye to three hours of sleep each day, goodbye to weeks without tv and movies, goodbye to worrying about papers and scores, but above all...goodbye to prelims!!!!!!!!!!!!
alot of things to look forward to....graduation's on tuesday, then after that dunno whether we are allowed to skip school or not (fat chance judging by my psychopath principal), then time to mug for o's some more....-________-;;;;;;;;*Bleargh*
dun think i'll do well for prelims......esp amaths. amaths was crap. and lit too.... (more)</description>
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      <title>Imagine</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2005 21:55:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>This is hard for me to write. You wouldn't think it would be. It's been four years. But I suppose that proves how major it was.
When I was in high school, everyone called me Kathy. I was a different girl then.
Freshman year I had a crush on him. Few people knew this; I never even told him. I sat beside him in English and made small talk, hanging onto his every word about his upcoming track meet or driver's ed course.
Nothing ever happened. Not then.
It wasn't until junior year when we had a mutual friend, Lindsay, who was the kind of person who thrived on organizing huge group gatherings... (more)</description>
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      <title>Old</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2005 22:39:36 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Article ends, Olds 
Some talk, probably from way back, about poems' lines ending with an article. Mike Snider talks about it vis a vis that old whipping horse, Sharon Olds, as being an annoying tick. It's valid. 
I've always noticed this practice as perhaps running counter to fetishizing the line as a made thing that ends. Many poets, for instance, like to end their lines with hard consonants to give the image of their lines as drum-tight -- the recent talk of Lucie Brock Broido, who I see as far too mannered to read with any kind of enjoyment, comes to mind. Starting a line with a verb or a... (more)</description>
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