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    <title>6/24/2011 - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.84</id>

    <published>2011-06-24T06:44:37Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-24T10:20:26Z</updated>

    <summary>A, E, F#minor, Bminor, Dsus4, Eadd9, Asus2If ever had I left you when I was falling, and if ever I had fallen when you called. Forever I will follow where the winding spirit takes me, and pray for when it...</summary>
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        <![CDATA[A, E, F#minor, Bminor, Dsus4, Eadd9, Asus2<br />If ever had I left you when I was falling, <br />and if ever I had fallen when you called. <br />Forever I will follow where the winding spirit takes me, <br />and pray for when it leads me back after all.<br /><br />~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">I
 wake up each morning, with you laying beside me, where you have melted 
next to me like oil paint into a canvas, and I watch you like a painter,
 aware of my own sadness.  For I know we are the same, but my paint 
remains hovering...</span></h6><br />~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">Law is an opinion holding a gun.</span></h6><br /> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>6/23/2011 - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.83</id>

    <published>2011-06-24T06:43:54Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-24T06:44:06Z</updated>

    <summary>You talk in riddles, I talk in rhyme, there&apos;s no truth being told. You go left and I go right, and we both just up end up cold. No one&apos;s right and no one&apos;s wrong, we both understand. Compromise is...</summary>
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        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">You
 talk in riddles, I talk in rhyme, there's no truth being told. You go 
left and I go right, and we both just up end up cold.  No one's right 
and no one's wrong, we both understand.  Compromise is our bridge across
 this crumbling land.  Love is soaring high above, and swimming down 
below, and here we stand in the middle, with one way left to go.  I 
smiled at the Heaven, that smiled from the glow.</span></h6> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>6/21/2011 - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.82</id>

    <published>2011-06-21T12:59:12Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-21T12:59:22Z</updated>

    <summary>Fantasy is the only path to Reality. Like barnacles we cling to the known, in fantasy we realize in all things is uncertainty and begin to let go, and only then do we apprehend the true reality....</summary>
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        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">Fantasy
 is the only path to Reality. Like barnacles we cling to the known, in 
fantasy we realize in all things is uncertainty and begin to let go, and
 only then do we apprehend the true reality.</span></h6> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>6/20/2011 - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.81</id>

    <published>2011-06-20T15:55:13Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-21T03:13:03Z</updated>

    <summary>I&apos;ve never understood hatred of Mondays, how people can have a favorite color, or how anyone can invest 100% in anything of this earth, I&apos;ve always felt doing so would be like on acid and forgetting it&apos;s all just a...</summary>
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        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">I've
 never understood hatred of Mondays, how people can have a favorite 
color, or how anyone can invest 100% in anything of this earth, I've 
always felt doing so would be like on acid and forgetting it's all just a
 trip.  I've always looked for the way back to myself, like a man in the
 world but not of it, and it's kept me isolated, but now I've found 
there is beauty that we all can share, and i find truth there.</span></h6>~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">Don't
 be the fish, don't be the bird.  No, be the sky.  I am the sky, 
pregnant weather, fishbowl for ideas, blooming with life, telling, 
forming and reforming, sovereign.</span></h6><br />~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">Thunder
 will never appreciate the lightning, though they are forever connected 
to one another.  The thunder spends all its life trying to convince the 
world through it's forceful shouts, disrupting all who would listen.  
Lightning is graceful, it dances, performing poetry, creating power in a
 display of light.  Thunder grows hoarse in the telling of stories, 
lightning gains respect, revealing hidden glory.</span></h6><br />~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">I
 am the open window and the maiden awaiting the owl.  I am the one 
awaiting a message from Heaven, that you are coming to save me somehow. 
 I am the listener and the listened, the mountain and the erosion.  I am
 the fly on the wall and the ancient city it clings to in devotion.  I 
am the light and that which uses it see.  Between earth and sky, forever
 in this moment, and that of eternity.</span></h6><br />~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">I
 ask the wind, share with me your glory.  It caresses my neck and 
unfolds a story.  God,  sends us wind, and in-between the sky we listen.
  Of wing and sky, imagination that cannot die.  But we must fashion as a
 our own wings, and love tempers pain, giving it the strength to fly 
free.</span></h6><br />~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">At your best, speak the truth, at your worst, speak the facts.</span></h6><br />
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<entry>
    <title>6/19/2011 - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.80</id>

    <published>2011-06-19T20:29:00Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-19T20:30:40Z</updated>

    <summary>You are the underground tunnel, and the truth runs through you. Your body house, and the world calls to you through the windows, doorways, walking in your hall of memories, speaking through the telegraph of your nervous system. The senses...</summary>
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        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">You
 are the underground tunnel, and the truth runs through you.  Your body 
house, and the world calls to you through the windows, doorways, walking
 in your hall of memories, speaking through the telegraph of your 
nervous system.  The senses are ghosts, the truth is the light, the love
 that upholds the universe, the foundationless foundation, and if you 
ever find it, knock it down, until all that remains is One.</span></h6>~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">What
 madness is this that lurks in man, that he must attribute a voice of 
agreement or horror the universe around himself?  External 
manifestations of our subconscious, or intelligent cosmos, or perhaps a 
bit of both?  Do not ask the universe how it feels about your future, 
ask yourself how you feel about your past.</span></h6>~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">Perhaps
 the world has a fine layer of film upon it, in which intense 
experiences are recorded, and stuck in perpetual playback forever... and
 perhaps when we sense these unexplained phenomena we are simply hearing
 the playback of someone's struggle from long ago.</span></h6>~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">When
 you wish upon a star, perhaps an alien life form on a far away planet 
orbiting that star is wishing upon our own tiny star, and it's likely 
that if they can see our tiny star from where they are, that they will 
also likely be the alien race who invade and kill us all someday... so 
that kind of makes you a traitor.</span></h6>~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">I
 am not one thing, I am many.  I am contradiction, complexity, wisdom 
and stupidity, questions and certainty.  Refined and mundane.  
Articulate and vulgar.  If you cannot accept me for all my puzzle 
pieces, you will never see the whole picture, you will never know me.</span></h6>~*~<br /><br /><br /><br /> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>6/17/2011 - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.79</id>

    <published>2011-06-17T10:56:38Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-17T14:07:36Z</updated>

    <summary>We can be a support, a mirror, a friend to each other, and in compassion, ability to see each other is hope. Knowing you exist gives me hope, and hopefully show you the gift that is you is a blessing,...</summary>
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        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">We
 can be a support, a mirror, a friend to each other, and in compassion, 
ability to see each other is hope. Knowing you exist gives me hope, and 
hopefully show you the gift that is you is a blessing, it benefits me to
 know you, it therefore benefits the world.  You don't need to look for 
hope, for you are hope.  And let that be the light upon your path... or 
I'll fucking kill you.<br />~For <a href="http://www.facebook.com/JaneDoeSmile" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000479523082">Sandy</a></span></h6>~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">A
 child asked me, if I pour butter on a fly, will it become as pretty as a
 butterfly?  I answered, My child, all creatures that live are 
beautiful, but offering them a little food never hurt either ;)</span></h6>~*~<br /><br />There are key ingredients in life not meant to be shared.&nbsp; They are meant to be internalized, and cooked in the crucible of the soul... then once ready, the dish can be shared with family and friends alike.&nbsp; Too often, people throw the ingredients around, treating others like birds, but in this nothing good can come, for nothing is planted, nothing is grown, nothing can be shared when nothing is sown.&nbsp;&nbsp; Peace.<br /><br />~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">There
 is some music that will return you to the seed of your self... cry your
 life tear upon the soil, but then let the sunshine of your future's 
hope bring it to life, and not die in the dark corner of your memory and
 regret.</span></h6><br /><br /> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>6/15/2011 - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.78</id>

    <published>2011-06-15T19:19:20Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-15T19:20:30Z</updated>

    <summary>Never worry that the world will make you look small, ants never worry. Never complain that your friends see you when you fall, water is not ashamed. A polished stone below the water lies, it sparkles and calls you by...</summary>
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        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">Never
 worry that the world will make you look small, ants never worry.  Never
 complain that your friends see you when you fall, water is not ashamed.
  A polished stone below the water lies, it sparkles and calls you by 
name... but meaningless are its gifts if all your loving is in vain.</span></h6> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>6/14/2011 - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.77</id>

    <published>2011-06-15T03:59:20Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-15T03:59:45Z</updated>

    <summary>When no one can see you clear, in your responsive little mirror. The ocean has its way of finding the level. So just wait, just wait, you cannot judge the sailor, for how he feels the ocean beneath the belly...</summary>
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        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<p>When no one can see you clear, in your responsive little mirror.  The
 ocean has its way of finding the level.  So just wait, just wait, you 
cannot judge the sailor, for how he feels the ocean beneath the belly of
 his ship.  And only you will feel the difference when you slip.</p>
<p><br /></p>
<p>Chartered out against themselves, the balance lost, they wreck 
themselves, against the rocks of something else to gain.  The siren's 
song screams all night long, the whispering winds breathe stars.  And I 
will watch the God light from the behind wall.  And listen for the 
silence when you call.</p>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>6/13/2011 - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.76</id>

    <published>2011-06-13T05:03:15Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-13T07:51:51Z</updated>

    <summary>Where I know not the path, may God control my steps. Where God grants me eyes to see, may I walk the path of the righteous. Where truth is wanting let me listen clear, and in your grace perhaps to...</summary>
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        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[Where I know not the path, may God control my steps. Where God grants me eyes to see, may I walk the path of the righteous. Where truth is wanting let me listen clear, and in your grace perhaps to hear.<br /><br />~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">One
 who is free comes and goes as he pleases, opening doors before him 
with the might of his will, but the one who does not have freedom in his
 heart, is trapped even when all doors are wide open before him.</span></h6><br />]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>6/12/2011 - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.75</id>

    <published>2011-06-12T05:48:33Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-13T05:03:01Z</updated>

    <summary>I found my métier. A place where every road leads to one window, and you on the other side of it.~*~I think I might have multiple personality disorder because I&apos;m drinking a cup of coffee and a beer simultaneously... either...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">I found my métier.  A place where every road leads to one window, and you on the other side of it.</span></h6>~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">I
 think I might have multiple personality disorder because I'm drinking a
 cup of coffee and a beer simultaneously... either that or I just have 
really bad taste in beverages, or I'm pregnant.</span></h6>~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">Cool is defined by how much you take with a sense of humor, not by how much you can find that offends you.</span></h6>~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">The
 way to kill the eye is to make it look at something that destroys what 
it believes to be reality.  Show it something else.  If the eye believes
 the world to be one way... show it another.</span></h6><br />~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">The irony of man's folly is written in blood, for man is made of water, and the eye the stone it bleeds from.</span></h6><br />~*~<br /><br /><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">You're like the penny that demands it's not currency.</span></h6><br /> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Artichoke: Written for the survivors of the Japan earthquake - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.74</id>

    <published>2011-06-12T00:27:51Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-12T00:28:27Z</updated>

    <summary>The artichoke has no hands, yet it waves eternally when the wind blows. Spiders walk upon their faces, creeping inside living in the heart, but we are the ones that time replaces, the artichoke just keeps waving without saying goodbye....</summary>
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        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">The
 artichoke has no hands, yet it waves eternally when the wind blows.  
Spiders walk upon their faces, creeping inside living in the heart, but 
we are the ones that time replaces, the artichoke just keeps waving 
without saying goodbye. </span></h6> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>6/10/2011 - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.73</id>

    <published>2011-06-10T18:23:16Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-10T18:27:47Z</updated>

    <summary>Seek not the acceptance and understanding of others, rather be yourself and those who accept and understand will come to you as warmth attracts light, and day attracts new life.~*~Everyone wants their own opinion validated, and that&apos;s fine, but so...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
    </author>
    
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        <![CDATA[<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">Seek
 not the acceptance and understanding of others, rather be yourself and 
those who accept and understand will come to you as warmth attracts 
light, and day attracts new life.</span></h6>~*~<br /><br /><span data-jsid="text">Everyone wants their own opinion validated, and 
that's fine, but so few will find the validity in two opposing 
arguments.  There is little compromise, little bridge building on 
Facebook I have found.  People judge, and quickly, placing blam<span class="text_exposed_show">e
 and feeling superior.  All one can do when they find themselves in such
 a situation is to play the zen card:  be neither moved by praise or 
criticism.  Be like the rock and let the waters of positive and 
negative, the tumult of all things rush by... it will pass and you shall
 simply watch as it does, from a place of peace.<br /><br />~*~<br /><br /></span></span><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:3}">I
 quit drinking soda, not because of health issues or taste, but just 
because I hate how it's so tricky with how high the level is in the 
glass... the foam is movin all over just messin with you, so you gotta 
keep topping it off over and over, it's just too much hard work to drink
 soda.  Water is easy.  It goes in the glass, and it just stays there 
smiling up at me.</span></h6><br />~*~<br /><br /><br /><br /> ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>The Compliment Factory - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.72</id>

    <published>2011-06-06T04:11:16Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-06T05:25:38Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[How do you eat the sun? Become the sea? Reflect it's light right back at thee? Embrace it's darkness, heat and sear, return the warmth with the glowing shimmery reflection of eternity.~*~1. Briann DuTreil Lambert&nbsp;When Briann DuTreil Lambert mentions you...]]></summary>
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        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<span data-jsid="text">How do you eat the sun?  Become the sea?  Reflect
 it's light right back at thee?  Embrace it's darkness, heat and sear, 
return the warmth with the glowing shimmery reflection of eternity.</span><br /><br />~*~<br /><p><strong>1. Briann DuTreil Lambert</strong></p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>When Briann 
DuTreil Lambert mentions you on Facebook, it's like the angels stopped 
stirring their cotton candy cheer, God stopped dipping sky in starlight,
 and time stood still in a stasis leak of absolute perfection, while 
kitten yawns and baby blinks permeate a dazzling array of faerie light, 
aching with the divine providence of a million butterfly sneezes, and 
then realizing, life's rich infinitesimal solitude of a stationary 
moment has become meaningful, at long last, in a life time of searching,
 dreaming, and eternal waxing and waning, to rest, repose, and wonder no
 more...</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><strong>2.&nbsp; Cree Djork</strong></p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>For
 whom the Cree tolls, it tolls for thee.&nbsp;&nbsp; A blossom of words in the 
sound of paint splashings that echo in eternity's closetful of whispers 
that no hand can catch.&nbsp; An inverted ocean a fractalization of sexuality
 and sunsets cannot carress the breast of one so luminous.&nbsp; Whose eyes 
betray no order, whose hands defy all answer, each liquid spooling of 
ideas, a puddling people in the lake of her eyes reflection.&nbsp; With 
scrunchiing toes like hoppy birds, the eyelashes of hope, and the goal 
of words.&nbsp; I have sat in the Sunday sunbeam of Cree's enchanted spork 
machines, enchanted by their glory and how they loomed like dancers in 
slo-motion on the crashing waves reverberating book, and boats like me 
took harbor in an elbow nook.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><strong>3.&nbsp; William Mazur</strong></p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>For
 want of a God I have granted thee a son.&nbsp; Sir William of artichokes and
 kelp driven forests of fun.&nbsp; Planets can scrape like skateboarders in 
surf punk platitudes, compressing molten monkeys into effortless and 
effervescent banalities at higher altitudes, but you, the goosebump 
thump of a solar flare, stomping feet comet trail, dripping of moons and
 ladybugs that always prevail, bring light and merry go rounding like an
 iris, drink of them the hidden depths and I with, winter melting once 
wept, and only casually in it crept, til you beside a river of your 
choosing, return to us our breath and eternal musing.</p><br />
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<entry>
    <title>6/5/2011 - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.71</id>

    <published>2011-06-06T04:07:18Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-06T04:07:32Z</updated>

    <summary>╔══════════════ ೋღ☃ღೋ ════════════════╗It&apos;s Kitty&apos;s Week! If you have a beautiful Kitty that youlove more than you can describe, copy and paste this to yourstatus for a little while, but hold them in your Heart for a Lifetime!╚══════════════ ೋღ☃ღೋ ════════════════╝If girls...</summary>
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        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[╔══════════════ ೋღ☃ღೋ ════════════════╗<br />It's Kitty's Week! If you have a beautiful Kitty that you<br />love more than you can describe, copy and paste this to your<br />status for a little while, but hold them in your Heart for a Lifetime!<br />╚══════════════ ೋღ☃ღೋ ════════════════╝<br /><br />If girls jump out of cakes, kittens should jump out of muffins.<br /><br />I hear two cats screaming at each other outside at 2 in the morning, open the front door wide, and there's Neptune running up the street, tail puffed up and riding high like a gladiator set to battle... into my arms, scanning the street like a turret, not a scratch, Neptune is victorious!<br /><br />My cat does all his own stunts, I call him Buster Kitten<br /><br />If you aren't bringing me a newspaper that tells the future, don't meow like the cat from Early Edition.<br /><br />We need to make special headphones for bees, so they aren't confused by cell phones. They're as bad as plane navigations.<br /><br />I had to give Neptune a time out today cos he attacked Jupiter when he was enjoying some catnip... drug warfare exists everywhere...<br /><br /><br />They say serial killers always practice on small animals... that's why I'm against pinatas... they lead to the killing of innocent fake people.<br /><br />My cat jumped up on my desk and I yelled at it, "I don't know you! Stop talking to me!", and in reply, my cat rubbed up against me and licked my nose. How can you be mad at that?<br /><br />"Does it strike you at all hypocritical that a people who systematically wiped out a century's worth of Native Americans should lecture the world so earnestly on human rights?"<br /><br />I feel as though there should be sound effects for when you pat your cat on the head... so I am always making up new ones in hopes that eventually I will find one that we both enjoy.<br /><br />Sharing a tuna sammich with my kitties, Krishna would be so proud.<br /><br />My cat says he will tank any end game mice bosses in WOW<br /><br />My cat is depressed, I'm going to get him a medical catnip card.<br /><br />I used to feel bad about putting food on the floor for the cat, but when i saw him licking the linoleum floor I knew I it really didn't matter after all.<br />-Jan 21<br /><br />if everyone's kid is so special, it makes you wonder where all the ordinary grownups come from.<br />-Dec 23<br /><br />I put bandaids under my eyes, because that's all tears are, just bleeding from the soul, and no one should cry because God cries to water the earth, so when you cry you mess up the whole ecosystem... so stop it.<br />-Dec 14<br /><br />Cats are so lazy that if mine is laying in front of the door, instead of moving when I open it, he will literally let the door slide him slowly out of the way... now that kind of laziness takes many years to perfect, and I blame the Egyptians for worshipping cats for so long it ingrained in them this deep-seated entitlement that displays itself in today's society as the mastery of laziness.<br />-Dec 10<br /><br />What do you call a bowl of ice in France? A royale with water.<br />-Nov 30 ]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>6/4/2011 - Kittysafe</title>
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    <id>tag:kittysafe.net,2011:/mews/kittysafe//2.70</id>

    <published>2011-06-05T01:50:26Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-05T01:50:50Z</updated>

    <summary>What if right before you die, your spirit animal carries your soul through the half light of morning to the endless light of eternity?~*~...</summary>
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        <name>Kittysafe</name>
        
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        <![CDATA[<span data-jsid="text">What if right before you die, your spirit animal 
carries your soul through the half light of morning to the endless light
 of eternity?<br /><br />~*~<br /><br /></span> ]]>
        
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