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		<title>coppery or irony?</title>
		<link>http://www.thetruthhurts.com/2009/03/04/coppery-or-irony/</link>
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				<category><![CDATA[damn the torpedoes]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[opened ears behold with tears what is whole, yet broken. what&#8217;s to say when all was said from whence the Word was spoken? you say christ,  you say allah, you say nothing at all, and yet we speak again and again of that which eludes our call with fingers aimed about a center, no two, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>opened ears behold with tears<br />
what is whole, yet broken.<br />
what&#8217;s to say when all was said<br />
from whence the Word was spoken?</em></span></div>
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<p><em>you say christ, <br />
you say allah,<br />
you say nothing at all,<br />
and yet we speak again and again<br />
of that which eludes our call</em></p>
<p><em>with fingers aimed about a center,<br />
no two, the same, to see<br />
idols erode and start to splinter<br />
when our i&#8217;s peer upon Thee</em></div>
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		<title>My Digital Dreamscape</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 03:30:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[  deep into sleep, i see electric sheep leap,  vaulting voltage, my dreamscape c.d. a magnetic surge, the blood, voltaic, varicose throughout my dense circuitry.   the drone and humming of my static rhythms  drawl out the remote and muted void with fine-tuned arithmetic algorithms  to mask what my senses strive to avoid.   feedback [...]]]></description>
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<p>deep into sleep, i see electric sheep leap, </p>
<p>vaulting voltage, my dreamscape c.d.</p>
<p>a magnetic surge, the blood, voltaic,</p>
<p>varicose throughout my dense circuitry.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>the drone and humming of my static rhythms </p>
<p>drawl out the remote and muted void</p>
<p>with fine-tuned arithmetic algorithms </p>
<p>to mask what my senses strive to avoid.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>feedback advances the strangest of dances,</p>
<p>chattering teeth cast an electric mayhem, </p>
<p>the cybernetic shimmy, fused of mind and matter</p>
<p>hardwired into my delicate brainstem</p>
<p> </p>
<p>thus welded with organic computations, </p>
<p>i print out a litany of mechanical sensations </p>
<p>till my metal skin exudes a glorious radiation </p>
<p>of bright colors and aural permutations</p>
<p> </p>
<p>synonyms for calculated are &#8216;conscious&#8217; and &#8216;premeditated&#8217;</p>
<p>our distant cousins, the ape, means to cut and paste, thus duplicated </p>
<p>as intelligent mechanisms of information processing,</p>
<p>i swim upstream the river entropy towards my singular salvation.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>and then i wake up.</p>
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