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	<title>Comments on: my sensitivity</title>
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	<description>Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother's poetry.</description>
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		<title>By: freakynewchild</title>
		<link>http://sieveandsand.com/2008/05/07/my-sensitivity/#comment-321</link>
		<dc:creator>freakynewchild</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 03:06:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Crying used to be a hobby of mine.I&#039;d make time just for that, like an experiment, I&#039;d watch my eyes in the mirror trying to catch a glimpse of the thing called soul. My soul turned out to be like &quot;the man who wasn&#039;t there&quot; by Mearns, so I sort of lost interest. Now, I scream every chance I get (mostly in isolated places). You&#039;re probably wondering what is this person on about? You see, the question of the soul is my sole interest in life, and yours Mr Rcribay needs attention, maybe even a jump start. Or maybe you&#039;ve transcended some emotions, in which case I&#039;ll have no choice but to resent you...but I won&#039;t because I scream and cry like the day I was born, that&#039;s how you know if you&#039;re a good person. So you&#039;re a bad person rcribay, a very bad person. That&#039;s my verdict. I&#039;ll send your name to the good people advisory comity and they&#039;ll fire you. Bye bye</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Crying used to be a hobby of mine.I&#8217;d make time just for that, like an experiment, I&#8217;d watch my eyes in the mirror trying to catch a glimpse of the thing called soul. My soul turned out to be like &#8220;the man who wasn&#8217;t there&#8221; by Mearns, so I sort of lost interest. Now, I scream every chance I get (mostly in isolated places). You&#8217;re probably wondering what is this person on about? You see, the question of the soul is my sole interest in life, and yours Mr Rcribay needs attention, maybe even a jump start. Or maybe you&#8217;ve transcended some emotions, in which case I&#8217;ll have no choice but to resent you&#8230;but I won&#8217;t because I scream and cry like the day I was born, that&#8217;s how you know if you&#8217;re a good person. So you&#8217;re a bad person rcribay, a very bad person. That&#8217;s my verdict. I&#8217;ll send your name to the good people advisory comity and they&#8217;ll fire you. Bye bye</p>
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		<title>By: Roger Mugs</title>
		<link>http://sieveandsand.com/2008/05/07/my-sensitivity/#comment-301</link>
		<dc:creator>Roger Mugs</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 21:52:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>when i cry my whole face starts to tingle like a leg thats been sat on for too long...

and i fear i&#039;ll pass out... but i still drive so....</description>
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<p>and i fear i&#8217;ll pass out&#8230; but i still drive so&#8230;.</p>
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