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	<title>Barbra Schroeder &#187; barbra</title>
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	<pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 23:18:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>This is Amazing!</title>
		<link>http://barbraschroeder.com/2008/09/25/this-is-amazing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 00:03:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[PostSecret]]></category>

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There is no end and no beginning.&#160; Everyone and everything are the same.&#160; I often wonder about the many people that do in fact experience the same moments, but in slightly different ways, and only because personal experience shapes our existence, and momentary perception are we bound to experience things differently, but it is curious, [...]]]></description>
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<p>There is no end and no beginning.&nbsp; Everyone and everything are the same.&nbsp; I often wonder about the many people that do in fact experience the same moments, but in slightly different ways, and only because personal experience shapes our existence, and momentary perception are we bound to experience things differently, but it is curious, because I am certain that many people share the exact same things, over and over and over again, and yet, it&#8217;s as if it&#8217;s really you experiencing&nbsp; those moments, in different dimensions all at the same time or something&#8230; Since there may be an infinite number of possibilities,&nbsp; then maybe everything that is happening happens to one person, who is every person at the same time, but the slight difference (like the butterfly effect) make things seemingly different when in reality, they are all the same, always.</p>
<p><a href="postsecret.com" title="Post Secret">Postsecret.com</a>  </p>
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		<title>A Vague Tradition</title>
		<link>http://barbraschroeder.com/2008/09/16/a-vague-tradition/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 23:13:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>barbra</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Torrents]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Like a candle faintly burning on the sill of a hallow house in the darkness of winter, your violent, but less frequent bursts of passion slowly begin to fade into the dim cavern of your vacant soul; the sharp emptiness smothers your light, and the blackness begins to boil.
And while slipping away from this life [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Like a candle faintly burning on the sill of a hallow house in the darkness of winter, your violent, but less frequent bursts of passion slowly begin to fade into the dim cavern of your vacant soul; the sharp emptiness smothers your light, and the blackness begins to boil.</p>
<p>And while slipping away from this life louder than most come, you encompass a vague tradition.&nbsp; With a desperate heart you flounder in life&#8217;s beauty, and you disrespect her art.&nbsp; You simplify her imperfection, and depreciate the negatives to those intricacies you invariably kneel to. The shrapnel that flies recklessly from your lips lodge themselves too deep for your alter ego to recover, or repair.</p>
<p>You&#8217;ve lost, in your loneliness, in the frightening emptiness of the mirror; you&#8217;ve lost in your head the freedom to forgive, and the memory of acceptance.&nbsp; She knows the still waters you seek in your guilt soaked solitude, she knows the calming shores you long to tread, so she welcomes you into the presence of beauty, and you shudder at the subtle brilliance of her might.&nbsp;</p>
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		<title>Swim (By Ani Difranco)</title>
		<link>http://barbraschroeder.com/2008/04/25/swim-by-ani-difranco/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 21:57:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>barbra</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[You keep telling me I&#8217;m beautiful    But I feel a little less so each time    Your love is so colorful    It flashes like a neon sign    But I finally drove out where    The sky is dark enough to see stars [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You keep telling me I&#8217;m beautiful<br />    But I feel a little less so each time<br />    Your love is so colorful<br />    It flashes like a neon sign<br />    But I finally drove out where<br />    The sky is dark enough to see stars<br />    And I found I missed no one<br />    Just listening to the swishing of distant cars</p>
<p>  I hope I never see<br />    The ocean again<br />    Pushing and pulling at me<br />    As I go deeper and deeper in<br />    Til I&#8217;m so far from my shore<br />    So far from what I came here for<br />    I let you surround me<br />    I let you drown me<br />    Out with your din<br />    And then I learned how to swim</p>
<p>  I was floating above myself<br />    Watching her do just what you wanted<br />    Poor little friendly ghost<br />    Wondering why her whole house feels haunted<br />    I told myself I was strong enuf<br />    That I had plenty of blood to give<br />    And each elbow cradled a needle<br />    But listless and faint ain&#8217;t no way to live</p>
<p>  So I hope I never see<br />    The ocean again<br />    Pushing and pulling at me<br />    As I go deeper and deeper in<br />    Til I&#8217;m so far from my shore<br />    So far from what I came here for<br />    I let you surround me<br />    I let you drown me<br />    Out with your din<br />    And then I learned how to swim</p>
<p>  You keep telling me I&#8217;m beautiful<br />    But I feel a little less so each time<br />    Your love is so colorful<br />    It flashes like a neon sign<br />    But I finally drove out where<br />    The sky is dark enough to see stars<br />    And I found I missed no one<br />    Just listening to the swishing of distant cars<br />    &nbsp;</p>
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		<title>mon-o-chrome</title>
		<link>http://barbraschroeder.com/2008/01/05/mon-o-chrome/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 20:18:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>barbra</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Clarity]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Noun: a photograph or picture developed or executed in black and white or in varying tones of only one color.    Adjective: lacking variety and interest; insipid.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Noun</strong>: a photograph or picture developed or executed in black and white or in varying tones of only one color.<br />    <strong>Adjective</strong>: lacking variety and interest; insipid.</p>
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