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	<title>Comments on: A percentage of perchance</title>
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	<description>Frequently pretentious since 1971. Clearly ambiguous since 2000. Completely and utterly incomprehensible since 2006. Warning: may contain synonyms.</description>
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		<title>By: seahorse</title>
		<link>http://www.unreliablewitness.com/2007/03/07/a-percentage-of-perchance/comment-page-1/#comment-610</link>
		<dc:creator>seahorse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2007 22:56:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My crystals mostly leave shards that sting my eyes and hurt my mind. Sometimes they shatter altogether into tiny pieces which are carried into the eye of a violent storm. If you look closely, you will see that each fragment reflects a glimpse of a nightmare. On very stormy nights my brain is forced into a channel-hopping frenzy of stills, scenes, faces, screams. When the crystals remain intact, my mind produces a feature length film. And sometimes I have freedom dreams. I am well, I am happy, running, laughing, swimming, dancing. I wake only to wish I was still asleep. You can keep the fragments for further analysis, but please return any crystals that are whole. I need them. They are the bridge to a whole unconscious realm, and whether I&#039;m running through Hades or floating in Nirvana, it is the whole experience rather than the stinging fragmented confusion that I need to preserve. I keep the best ones under my pillow.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My crystals mostly leave shards that sting my eyes and hurt my mind. Sometimes they shatter altogether into tiny pieces which are carried into the eye of a violent storm. If you look closely, you will see that each fragment reflects a glimpse of a nightmare. On very stormy nights my brain is forced into a channel-hopping frenzy of stills, scenes, faces, screams. When the crystals remain intact, my mind produces a feature length film. And sometimes I have freedom dreams. I am well, I am happy, running, laughing, swimming, dancing. I wake only to wish I was still asleep. You can keep the fragments for further analysis, but please return any crystals that are whole. I need them. They are the bridge to a whole unconscious realm, and whether I’m running through Hades or floating in Nirvana, it is the whole experience rather than the stinging fragmented confusion that I need to preserve. I keep the best ones under my pillow.</p>
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		<title>By: Ariel</title>
		<link>http://www.unreliablewitness.com/2007/03/07/a-percentage-of-perchance/comment-page-1/#comment-609</link>
		<dc:creator>Ariel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2007 18:36:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The worry monster stole my sleep many years ago and I have been looking for it ever since, in vain.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The worry monster stole my sleep many years ago and I have been looking for it ever since, in vain.</p>
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		<title>By: fiona</title>
		<link>http://www.unreliablewitness.com/2007/03/07/a-percentage-of-perchance/comment-page-1/#comment-608</link>
		<dc:creator>fiona</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2007 12:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I cannot find my sleep. If I could, I would swallow it whole.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I cannot find my sleep. If I could, I would swallow it whole.</p>
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		<title>By: Timbo</title>
		<link>http://www.unreliablewitness.com/2007/03/07/a-percentage-of-perchance/comment-page-1/#comment-607</link>
		<dc:creator>Timbo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2007 11:19:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sorry, my sleep is all mine.
You ain&#039;t having any of it.
Unless you want to give me lots of money.
Then I could always change my mind.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sorry, my sleep is all mine.<br />
You ain’t having any of it.<br />
Unless you want to give me lots of money.<br />
Then I could always change my mind.</p>
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