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		<title>::Mists of the Past &#8211; Chapter 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2009 15:28:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The ground crunched dryly under Luthor’s plated boots. Dry, brittle bones of varying sizes littered the graveyard. Several headstones and markers lay toppled or broken before their respective graves. Luthor’s brow furrowed at the sight. Many of the graves appeared disturbed from the inside out.]]></description>
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		<title>::Mists of the Past &#8211; Prologue</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 21:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The wind whipped through the sparse alpines, carrying the sounds of hard labor upon its back. The normal serenity of the majestic mountain range buckled under the sweat and determination of the twelve man team. The men worked tirelessly on a patch of gently sloping rock with pickaxes and shovels piercing the thick skin of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>::The Company Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Karlan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The following is a composition written in a three-four sentenced paragraph rotation between Crayon, Parabolist, and myself.
All rights and stuff are ours and will freely share if asked in the right way.

His fingers fumbled for the remote, the resounding click of the television threw the room into sudden darkness.  He mentally sighed, writing a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>::The Last Mile</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Karlan</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Motorcycle]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[My submission (#46) to Jason&#8217;s writing contest.
The Last Mileby Karlan T
Lenny was using all cylinders as he throttled down the highway.  Like most that ran this stretch, he had a long way to go and a short time to get there.  The heat of the highway radiated unbearably even at the witching hour. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>::Ug, Man Build</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Karlan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Home Repair]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Man]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Wood]]></category>

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Man measure wood
Man cut wood



&#160;



Man get Manfriend help hammer wood
Man and Manfriend find that Man not cut so well.&#160; Man not care so much.&#160; Wood go together good.
 



&#160;



 
Man get Woman take picture of wood thing.
Man think of dancing round fire beating chest.
Woman remind Man of Great HOA god that no like big [...]]]></description>
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		<title>::History of Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Karlan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was born a poor white child in the bayous of Lake Charles, Louisiana approximately thirty-three years ago.&#160; My lineage dates back to the original colonists on both sides of my family.&#160;&#160;When I was younger, history didn&#8217;t mean a lot to me and thusly didn&#8217;t hold a lot of my attention.&#160; This of course did [...]]]></description>
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		<title>::Queen of Rock</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 02:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Karlan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[INXS]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Pat Benatar]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160;



Last night I fulfilled the dreams of not one but two princesses.
Yes, I am THAT good.
I took them to see the Queen of Rock,&#160;Pat Benatar.&#160; She&#8217;s still pretty hot and can still wail!
It was&#160;an awesome&#160;show.&#160; The opening act was Lennon, who played her music on piano beautifully despite being a metal act.

 



&#160;



 
I think [...]]]></description>
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		<title>::Mr. T Presents: Playing with Wood</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 01:01:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Karlan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[DND]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Frodo]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Home Repair]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sam]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am a self-professed Jack of Trades.&#160; I had a pretty decent southern upbringing; just short of seasonal hunting trips, I was taught by my dad to be&#160;self sufficient when it came to&#160;home repair.&#160; I can install a ceiling fan, install a toilet and sink complete with plumbing, wire an electrical outlet&#160;and&#160;can even float dry [...]]]></description>
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		<title>::Thar Be Booty Har</title>
		<link>http://www.kaje.org/MrTandMe/?p=43</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 16:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Karlan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[My Kids]]></category>

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A few days ago in an enchanted land far far away, a group of adventurous pirate princes and pirate princesses gathered on the Dread Pirate King&#8217;s ship, The Mini Pearl, to celebrate his daughter&#8217;s fifth year on the open seas.
 






 
At the climax of this celebration, the Dreaded Pirate King&#160;presented to his princess his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>::Happiness is a Warm Gun</title>
		<link>http://www.kaje.org/MrTandMe/?p=42</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 03:36:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Karlan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The last rays of the day glinted off the polished barrel of the Smith
&#38; Wesson .45 revolver Gary held securely to his temple. Gary licked
his lips. The tear-salted taste mentally reinforced him of his resolve
to pull the trigger.
&#8220;Soon, this would all be over.  I&#8217;ll finally be free,&#8221; he reassured himself.
Gary tensed his index finger gently applying [...]]]></description>
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