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    <title>Almost Valid Poet</title>
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    <copyright>Copyright 2007.</copyright>
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      <title>Me, You and My Medication</title>
      <link>http://aicp.blogdrive.com/archive/166.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 07:46:51 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 With much hubbub done and over with about the holidays, I finally find myself buying a ticket to visit home for a few days.  Funny how I couldn't manage to do so BEFORE the Christmas season. I wonder what that says about me.  Though I'm looking forward to seeing friends again, I wonder how good a friend they will be, and in what context. Whatever.  Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to seeing people I love, but I I ask myself, how will I love them?

Harumph.

So much going on in my mind,
I find myself stymied blind
Led down darkness and alley ways
Underground, with nary a sound of... (more)</description>
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      <title>Make Cape.  Wear Cape. Fly</title>
      <link>http://aicp.blogdrive.com/archive/165.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 07:46:09 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I suppose a Happy Holidays is in order for everyone out there who I didn't get to, or to be less politically correct, Merry Christmas. And yes it's still Christmas despite the late hour, because I have yet to go to sleep.

This year marked the first year that I &quot;celebrated&quot; Christmas without being around my family.  To understate everything, it was very difficult for me.  I have never NOT been around either set of my parents for the Holidays in some sense for 22 years.  My 23rd passing of Christmas though, meant everything was different and thusly difficult.  

It was sad, and I was saddened.... (more)</description>
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      <title>One must avoid distractions, not build shrines to them</title>
      <link>http://aicp.blogdrive.com/archive/164.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 19:48:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>It's true.  Only last night and this morning have I come to the realization that I've been distracted from the SINGLE reason that I moved out to Illinois in the first place.  I want to act.  I NEED to.  Otherwise I might as well just define myself by one word.  To be labeled a Server for the rest of my life is something I cannot fathom. 

I got caught up.  Caught up in ways to pass the time in my apartment until something happened.  No more, active steps are direct and more beneficial.  

For some reason, it took some good conversation last night to start me out of my rut.  Well, that and... (more)</description>
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      <title>My written words need to be spoken.</title>
      <link>http://aicp.blogdrive.com/archive/163.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 04:21:09 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
    The great poems have already been written
So I suppose you'll have to settle for this.
This (lack of) poetry is pretty disgusting
But right now, it's all I'm coming up with.
Does it bother you 
That I speak from my heart and mind
Instead of having my inefficient words
Follow specific meter and rhyme?  
I'll tell you a secret...
I really don't care.
These words aren't anything but air
And they bear no more substance than our breaths
Frozen in the cold, trailing upwards in the wind
Like so many frozen souls escaping.
The wisp of my breath has given simple secrets form
Now, tell me a... (more)</description>
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      <title>I'm Addicted to those City Lights</title>
      <link>http://aicp.blogdrive.com/archive/162.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2006 20:31:18 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 While reading a book called &quot;The Tao of Pooh&quot;, in which one is introduced to the complexities of the Tao philosophies using the aimiable, charming and above all simple Winnie the Pooh as allegory, I'm learning things that I believe describe a fair amount of my general philosophies towards life.  Ths first thing that's explained is that Tao teaches is that there is a particular way in which one can appreciate, learn from and work with whatever happens in simple, everyday, mundane life.  From this point of view of acceptance, a sort of harmony is acheived and results in a way of living that... (more)</description>
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      <title>Trying to NOT pick up where I left off</title>
      <link>http://aicp.blogdrive.com/archive/161.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2006 07:57:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Something I don't find amusing is that a fear of speaking will lead to miscommunication problems soon afterwards.  What I DO find amusing is, that no matter what, it seems that the truth will eventually reveal itself and people will communicate, well and truly.  It's just how one deals with the situation after the fact.

And with that I have to laugh.  Because I don't think there's anything else to do.  

Here I am, a (repeatedly aforementioned) College Graduate, working at a resturant bemoaning the fact that I'm not doing anything.  I complain that I don't have anyone to hang out with, but I... (more)</description>
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      <title>Lamentations of those who never sleep.</title>
      <link>http://aicp.blogdrive.com/archive/160.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Dec 2006 09:08:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>It's starting to happen again.

I can't sleep.  
Or rather I CAN sleep.  I can FALL asleep.  The beginnings of sleep, perhaps.  But, I'm then interrupted, awoken by something or another.  I keep waking up.  Multiple Times.  I can't STAY asleep

Lately it's my dreams.  Horrible...violently bloody dreams that disturb me simply for having the capacity to dream them.  It's what wakes me up in fits and starts, and keeps me up this morning.

I've heard that if you write down your dreams as soon as you can after you wake up, you begin to remember your dreams easier and more often.  So...what should... (more)</description>
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      <title>I watch the stars from my window sill, the whole world is moving, but I'm standing still.</title>
      <link>http://aicp.blogdrive.com/archive/159.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2006 07:45:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I used to think that I had to be in a certain &quot;mood&quot; to write.  It was this mindset that led to the first discontinuation of this blog.  I could never really classify &quot;insipration&quot; as a mood, and so therefore, I could never identify when I did feel inspired.  As that continued, I found myself writing less and less, because I was inspired less and less, to my knowledge.

Now, I find that while I can write no matter what state of being I'm in, it still takes a spark of something to have me write well.  Whether it's anger, pride, joy, or madness, I really could turn anything out into something. ... (more)</description>
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      <title>I am all at sea.</title>
      <link>http://aicp.blogdrive.com/archive/158.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2006 22:20:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Tomorrow I board a plane and leave my midwestern locale for about two weeks.  My Uncle Chip invited me to go on a week long cruise in the Western Caribbean.  It's totally free of charge excepting the cost it takes to get me down to the port of departure and the cost of all the gambling and drinking I intend to partake in.  After said cruise I'm going to be spending time with my Dad in St Petersburg for a few days and I'm looking forward to it to no end.

When I return, not only will I be tanner AND fatter than I was when I left, I wil be 23.  I will be at sea both for Thanksgiving and my... (more)</description>
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      <title>I was meant for applause, I was meant for derision.</title>
      <link>http://aicp.blogdrive.com/archive/157.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2006 05:06:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 I was in the process of writing a literal narrative of what I had recently experienced, and then I stopped, mortified that I was turning into &quot;THAT KIND&quot; of a writer.  I would have slapped myself, but the mental image of that ACTUALLY happening made me laugh and restart my writing.  And so here we are.

I am not here to write about my day.  I am not here to inform all 4 of the people who actually read this thing what I DID on a certain day, week, lifetime...whatever.  Honestly, I NEED to write this thing for my own needs and myself only.  I like to write, but I LOVE to create.  I hear... (more)</description>
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