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	<title>Welcome | Artistic Pursuit :: Blogs</title> 
	<link>http://www.artisticpursuit.org/blogs/</link> 
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		<title><![CDATA[My songs were featured at X- Games]]></title>
		<link>http://www.artisticpursuit.org/blog/view/id_479</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Hi friends,  My songs Static Surfer and Daybreak were featured at the X Games last weekend! You can hear them at www.craymo.com Peace, Craymo]]></description>
		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 10:41:53 -0400</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Who am I]]></title>
		<link>http://www.artisticpursuit.org/blog/view/id_478</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Who am I   I'm the one you tease Cause I'm different. I'm the one you bother Cause I'm just there. I'm the mat you step on. I'm the rock you kick around. And you think you can control me. Like I'm the]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 22:15:54 -0400</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Resounding reflections]]></title>
		<link>http://www.artisticpursuit.org/blog/view/id_477</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I wonder  where you may be     withdrawn in despair     despite your charms     or laughing carelessly     in someone else arms     distraught scens      flood my brain,     haunt my conscie]]></description>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 07:22:16 -0400</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[The interview]]></title>
		<link>http://www.artisticpursuit.org/blog/view/id_476</link>
		<description><![CDATA[   The warm sun rays thawed the morning frost for two hours already, but Joab Katz was well tucked in his blanket yet – and in apathy and helplessness just as well.  The flowing life outside, the usua]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 05:41:17 -0400</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Next move]]></title>
		<link>http://www.artisticpursuit.org/blog/view/id_475</link>
		<description><![CDATA[   I wish I’d a heart of stone,      ~he thought gloomily      watching her pretty face.      ~I wish I could get up,      leave, shut the door,      let her, make the next move.]]></description>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 04:03:02 -0400</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[I WRITE]]></title>
		<link>http://www.artisticpursuit.org/blog/view/id_474</link>
		<description><![CDATA[UNEXPECTED   Some of the most wonderful moments come unexpected. The other day when I opened my port at Writing.com, I had a mail  from a new friend in the site. It was from Brenda, aka destinydances.]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 14:50:19 -0400</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[the green eyes]]></title>
		<link>http://www.artisticpursuit.org/blog/view/id_473</link>
		<description><![CDATA[The green eyes           Green eyes burn bright. And, deep down the body Flow streams of the material poisons. Why is it so we are the prisoners Of green eyes? Bathers of dirty poodle?           Green]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 21:24:20 -0400</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[the woman inside]]></title>
		<link>http://www.artisticpursuit.org/blog/view/id_472</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Woman inside  The woman inside the skin of his head  Picks up those stones they have thrown and builds a Rock garden amid the mess of days, nights And life. The curious world peeps through the open  W]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 21:23:28 -0400</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[ice]]></title>
		<link>http://www.artisticpursuit.org/blog/view/id_471</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Ice  A dusty car of ice-candy man.           He is leaning on the car            stoical, vacant, aloof.           A stem of a humble grass is            his staple food for the time being.           ]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 21:22:40 -0400</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[A piece of cake]]></title>
		<link>http://www.artisticpursuit.org/blog/view/id_470</link>
		<description><![CDATA[   Captain Jack Sinclair stepped out onto the broad cement square in front of his office, and surveyed the military camp’s surroundings, with a bored look on his face. He served there some nine months]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 04:22:13 -0400</pubDate>
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