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	<title>Comments on: A True Story About Max.  Fifth In A Series.  Part Two.</title>
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	<description>a weirdy stream... a freak kettle of pottish meanderings</description>
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		<title>By: byronius</title>
		<link>http://new-worlds.org/blog/?p=1121&#038;cpage=1#comment-189351</link>
		<dc:creator>byronius</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 20:47:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Apparently you&#039;ve become a Welebrity.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Apparently you&#8217;ve become a Welebrity.</p>
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		<title>By: Max</title>
		<link>http://new-worlds.org/blog/?p=1121&#038;cpage=1#comment-189264</link>
		<dc:creator>Max</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 18:58:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I&#039;m just baffled by how the internet works. Why in the hell would this be cross-posted &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.metaltinsigns.com/retro-signs/a-true-story-about-max-fifth-in-a-series-part-two/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;?]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes I&#8217;m just baffled by how the internet works. Why in the hell would this be cross-posted <a href="http://www.metaltinsigns.com/retro-signs/a-true-story-about-max-fifth-in-a-series-part-two/" rel="nofollow">here</a>?</p>
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		<title>By: byronius</title>
		<link>http://new-worlds.org/blog/?p=1121&#038;cpage=1#comment-189129</link>
		<dc:creator>byronius</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 16:29:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I tried very hard to write from inside you, as weird as that sounds.  But I&#039;m afraid that it came out a mixture.  Your karma would absolutely prevent the ankle-snapping incident.  My karma would require it, but only if I was skiing with you.

Perhaps this is more about the damned radical paintballers.

BTW, the bear could have easily reached you, but was just curious, and once she realized how frightened you were, she ambled off to let you dream.  She&#039;s a very nice bear.

Later, she might have bit one of the goddamned paintballers.  I&#039;m not sure on that.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I tried very hard to write from inside you, as weird as that sounds.  But I&#8217;m afraid that it came out a mixture.  Your karma would absolutely prevent the ankle-snapping incident.  My karma would require it, but only if I was skiing with you.</p>
<p>Perhaps this is more about the damned radical paintballers.</p>
<p>BTW, the bear could have easily reached you, but was just curious, and once she realized how frightened you were, she ambled off to let you dream.  She&#8217;s a very nice bear.</p>
<p>Later, she might have bit one of the goddamned paintballers.  I&#8217;m not sure on that.</p>
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		<title>By: Max</title>
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		<dc:creator>Max</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 15:02:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#039;ve awakened after adventures with Horse feeling nearly this bad. It&#039;s that barfy aftermath you were talking about. The final scene was quite similar to how my first lion dream ended, screaming my guts out as the huge fully maned creature engulfed me in its giant mouth. The dawning of consciousness revealed the lion&#039;s jaws to be my wife&#039;s arms embracing me as she tried to rouse me from my terror.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve awakened after adventures with Horse feeling nearly this bad. It&#8217;s that barfy aftermath you were talking about. The final scene was quite similar to how my first lion dream ended, screaming my guts out as the huge fully maned creature engulfed me in its giant mouth. The dawning of consciousness revealed the lion&#8217;s jaws to be my wife&#8217;s arms embracing me as she tried to rouse me from my terror.</p>
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