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So this is where I pretend to be John Lennon, Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Bernie Taupin, Don Henley, Paul Simon, and Dr. Seuss.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/544696" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/544324" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/535930" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/525386" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/525112" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/524360" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/524163" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/523888" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/523867" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/523671" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/544696"><title>Media Large At Large</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/544696</link><description>Media Large at large, controlling hearts and minds CEOs in charge ensure we're deaf and blind A decadent barrage appeases those inclined The PC vanguard canard keeps goodness redefined TV's monotone montage leave righteous much-maligned A misguiding mirage of unfettered monopo-lies And moral...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/544324"><title>Atrophy</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/544324</link><description>Plastic apathy empty empathy, abusive misuse of an ill-fated entity. 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Turning tricks is illegal, but we're paying to get screwed....</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/525386"><title>Sweet Insomnia</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/525386</link><description>Eyeing the dimples on ceiling tiles time cascades and fades into oblivion. The taunting, two-faced clock mocks me with its huge, glowing green digital digits blinding, blaring into eyes that can't seem to stay shut. Sleep doesn't come, nor satisfaction from indulging one's self in the infinitely...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/525112"><title>Play On Words (dedicated to Azur Blue)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CunningLinguist6303/525112</link><description>I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering. In the foreseeable fishbowl we're all just floundering. I can't hear a thing because of all the sound. 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