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	<title>Comments on: Torchlight Fever</title>
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	<description>Flying Away on a Wing and a Prayer</description>
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		<title>By: Jargünd Chesterlarp</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jargünd Chesterlarp</dc:creator>
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		<description>A buttery taste, the maggots would say,
Piggishly eating and cleaning a cleft.
The loveliest service that borders on play,
They work and they toil, til no rot is left.

Far up above fly ravens and vultures,
Clouds of hawks and famished falcs,
Eying the worms in the wounds and the ruptures,
Eager to eat in the name of Calx.

&quot;No!&quot; cried Mord, &quot;These worms are my friends!  They&#039;ve cleaned all my wounds and they&#039;re named after trends!&quot;
And so, in defeat, a lone bird had purchased much sunchips and corn nuts, sharing them fast with the birds at his side, sharing some too with Wearing Your Sister&#039;s Pants, Attaching Your Wallet To Your Pants Via a Chain, Saying &#039;Aight,&#039; Peeing Outside On Your Roommate&#039;s Dog Because He Forgot To Buy Tampons After Your Girlfriend Gave Him $13.95 To Do So, Attempting To Date a Blind Girl Because Her Father is a Tailor and your Prom Suit Has Cigarette Burns and Protein Stains on the Lapel Somehow, Burning &#039;Whale Song&#039; CD&#039;s and Selling Them to Lonely Women Exiting an Alcoholics Anonymous Meeting, totally forgot what I was doing.

-Love
Calx</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A buttery taste, the maggots would say,<br />
Piggishly eating and cleaning a cleft.<br />
The loveliest service that borders on play,<br />
They work and they toil, til no rot is left.</p>
<p>Far up above fly ravens and vultures,<br />
Clouds of hawks and famished falcs,<br />
Eying the worms in the wounds and the ruptures,<br />
Eager to eat in the name of Calx.</p>
<p>&#8220;No!&#8221; cried Mord, &#8220;These worms are my friends!  They&#8217;ve cleaned all my wounds and they&#8217;re named after trends!&#8221;<br />
And so, in defeat, a lone bird had purchased much sunchips and corn nuts, sharing them fast with the birds at his side, sharing some too with Wearing Your Sister&#8217;s Pants, Attaching Your Wallet To Your Pants Via a Chain, Saying &#8216;Aight,&#8217; Peeing Outside On Your Roommate&#8217;s Dog Because He Forgot To Buy Tampons After Your Girlfriend Gave Him $13.95 To Do So, Attempting To Date a Blind Girl Because Her Father is a Tailor and your Prom Suit Has Cigarette Burns and Protein Stains on the Lapel Somehow, Burning &#8216;Whale Song&#8217; CD&#8217;s and Selling Them to Lonely Women Exiting an Alcoholics Anonymous Meeting, totally forgot what I was doing.</p>
<p>-Love<br />
Calx</p>
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