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   <title>ｌａｓｔ　ａｓｓｅｒｔｉｏｎ</title>
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<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am happy.</p><!--sp--><br /><br /><div class="sysmsg"><b><a href="http://www.blogbus.com" target="_blank">博客大巴，你的个人传媒早班车</a></b></div><br /><br />]]></description>
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   <pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2010 16:37:09 +0800</pubDate>
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   <title>Übermensch</title>
   <description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: mceinline;">even Nietzsche was blind</span></p><!--sp--><br /><br /><div class="sysmsg"><b><a href="http://www.blogbus.com" target="_blank">博客大巴，你的个人传媒早班车</a></b></div><br /><br />]]></description>
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   <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 14:50:18 +0800</pubDate>
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   <title>In my mind,</title>
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<p><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black'; font-size: 24px;">BLOOD DRIPS FROM YOUR EYES</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p><!--sp--><br /><br /><div class="sysmsg"><b><a href="http://www.blogbus.com" target="_blank">博客大巴，你的个人传媒早班车</a></b></div><br /><br />]]></description>
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   <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 03:41:16 +0800</pubDate>
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   <title>THEND</title>
   <description><![CDATA[<p>After all that's past, things are coming to an end. Memories form its own shape while days become nights and evening becomes dawn. What are we left then and Why are we here? the distance between time &nbsp; &nbsp; the space that surrounds this</p>
<p>passing moment.</p>
<p>I tell myself to no longer write &nbsp;of things to be remembered, or of starry skies that gaze quietly onto this</p>
<p>The fuel of life is but a heart that still beats. Youth-is still-breathing. &nbsp;These beautiful faces I would encounter once again .those smiles that would mend me &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>I know they would</em>&nbsp;&nbsp; <strong>Immaculate Being</strong>&nbsp;you are &nbsp;we are &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;hope for &nbsp;and destroy &nbsp; <span style="font-family: mceinline;">all that you used to be</span></p><!--sp--><br /><br /><div class="sysmsg"><b><a href="http://www.blogbus.com" target="_blank">博客大巴，你的个人传媒早班车</a></b></div><br /><br />]]></description>
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   <pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 09:02:46 +0800</pubDate>
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