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		<title>Soulless</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Jul 2010 20:03:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ramla Alethea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<span class="intro">A life lived on the bleeding edge</span>
Fragmented phantasms of failed attempts
At breaking out
At playing the escape artist]]></description>
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		<title>Otherworldly Visions</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2010 21:23:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artwork]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Oil]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Paintings]]></category>

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<span class="dropcap">T</span>he oil paintings of Kris Wlodarski reflect a haunting and otherworldly vision, depicting those moments of insanity when instruments of cultural suppression are suspended in favor of the fulfillment of carnal desires.]]></description>
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		<title>Our Son, The Soldier – Dead for a Moment</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 22:32:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gregory Roll</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[War]]></category>

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<span class="dropcap">A</span> miserable March day, overcast and cold, rain spit on our faces. Parents, spouses, and children all locked in the same nightmare, a bad dream, an insanity sending men and women off to war but somehow we agreed to let this thing happen. Behind our kids, behind our soldiers standing at attention, there is a graveyard. I am not amused by the irony; I am a part of it. This was the first day of what would be a God-awful fifteen months. On Mother’s Day, two months later, our son the soldier and his National Guard unit deployed to Iraq. ]]></description>
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		<title>You are in my Breeding Territory</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 00:13:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robert Jones</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Cyber Identity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Futurism]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Technology]]></category>

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<span class="dropcap">E</span>lectronic communication networks now construct much of our understanding of reality. The distinct categories of identity that develop in these digital realms along with the interface between the body and these electric fantasies create new possibilities for what some call “computer cross-dressing.” Just as “real world” drag queens disrupt gender categories that were previously considered static, computer cross-dressers deconstruct, explore, and reconstruct new identities. Communities of computer cross-dressers destabilize identity categories so that they are constantly in transit, bearing no stable ontological relationship between what is on the World Wide Web and who is behind the computer. ]]></description>
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		<title>The End of Unhappiness and Tears</title>
		<link>http://www.thirdeyemag.com/literature/poetry/the-end-of-unhappiness-and-tears/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 22:59:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Trent Reker</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<span class="intro">the end of the soulless</span>
the end of the corporate
end of the bureaucratic time bomb death by waking every day to do it again
the end of lawsuit threats
of accusations]]></description>
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		<title>Loading the Stone</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 00:18:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Caleb J. Ross</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Reviews]]></category>

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<span class="intro">Right away, <em>Loading the Stone</em> doesn’t</span> seem to be typical Depraved Press fodder. A non-fiction book about arrowheads buried in the Kansas Flint Hills feels misplaced, lacking the progressive political agenda for which <em>Thirdeye</em> is known. But like the subject matter in this, Harley Elliott’s twelfth book and first collection of non-fiction, there exists below the surface universal binds and shared histories from which the impetus of progression can be said to reside. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Of Beggars and Kings</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 20:22:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dade Cariaga</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literature]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Travel]]></category>

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<span class="intro">I remember getting</span> out of the van, seeing the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_Fort" target="_blank">Red Fort</a> over there, across that muddy moat with the little trickle of muddy water meandering in the muddy streambed. The Red Fort looked like some sandcastle that thousands of little sunbathers, sometime, way back in the long dream of this timeless land, had dug out of the river basin, with thousands of little sand shovels and sand pails. And time and the sun had hardened it, compacted it, made it dense and strong. ]]></description>
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		<title>Unrealistic Expectations</title>
		<link>http://www.thirdeyemag.com/opinion/unrealistic-expectations/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 03:38:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ramla Alethea</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Opinion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Society]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Spirituality]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Truth]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[<img src='http://www.thirdeyemag.com/images/2008/04/saints1.jpg' alt='The Saints' class="left" />

<span class="dropcap">T</span>he fact of the matter is, we’re all lying to ourselves. We want to believe it’s possible to be holy. To feel divine. We sacrifice ourselves, put ourselves on the line, with the naïve notion it pleases some disembodied voice in the sky. We look to socially agreed upon models of exemplary “spiritual” human beings and attempt to replicate <em>ad nauseam</em>.

Jesus Christ, Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr., Mother Teresa. 
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		<title>America’s Auto-Addiction</title>
		<link>http://www.thirdeyemag.com/opinion/america%e2%80%99s-auto-addiction/</link>
		<comments>http://www.thirdeyemag.com/opinion/america%e2%80%99s-auto-addiction/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 20:45:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>M. Decker</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Opinion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Addiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Society]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sprawl]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Transportation]]></category>

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<span class="dropcap">C</span>ars, cars, everywhere. From the shores of Hawaii to the mountains of New Mexico to the hamlets of northern Michigan, cars and trucks of all shapes and sizes, running rampant down the streets, possessing highways, monopolizing avenues, pompously pushing their way down lanes, drives, places, and boulevards. Running over pedestrians, bicyclists, and each other. Belching carbon dioxide, spewing oil, gluttonously guzzling gasoline, shedding rubber, metal, glass, and plastic. Shrieking, rumbling and carelessly careening in various directions at multiple speeds. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Poison of the Democratic Party</title>
		<link>http://www.thirdeyemag.com/nonfiction/current-events/the-poison-of-the-democratic-party/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 00:54:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David Siwik</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Current Events]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Opinion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Democrats]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Elections]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Politics]]></category>

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<span class="dropcap">T</span>his current election is something else. The race between Obama and Hillary is a reminder of the absolute poison that the Clintons brought to the Democratic Party, and what a duplicitous and self-serving couple of thoroughly narcissistic people Bill and Hillary have always been. Bill Clinton, in campaigning for his wife, has degraded the institution of the Former Presidency down to the lowest common denominator. Case in point: His reference to Obama’s “fairytale” run for the White House and utilization of the race card – confirming what a classless individual ole’ Slick Willie really is.

The Clintons are a marriage (and a mirage) of a desultory individual from Arkansas and a conniving lawyer from suburban Chicago. [...]]]></description>
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