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		<title>Nothing Happened, It&#8217;s Not True</title>
		<link>http://www.multiplereflections.org/journal/2009/03/20/nothing-happened-its-not-true/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 06:09:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>JAGA</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Anonymous]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[unedited writings; basically stream-of-consciousness &#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;- I could write upon your eyes lighting up your sky with nothing to show but your own dark clothes of nothing. Nothing but your dark clothes show as the sky lights up your eyes. Take me as I am I am neither here nor there, but am just a piece [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>unedited writings; basically stream-of-consciousness<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-</p>
<p>I could write<br />
upon your eyes<br />
lighting up your sky<br />
with nothing to show<br />
but your own dark clothes<br />
of nothing.</p>
<p>Nothing but your dark<br />
clothes show as the<br />
sky lights up<br />
your eyes.</p>
<p>Take me as I am<br />
I am neither here<br />
nor there, but am<br />
just a piece in your eyes<br />
to ride upon and<br />
write upon your life book.</p>
<p>Flowing downward<br />
onward we go<br />
I cling to the sides<br />
but there is nothing to hold<br />
sailing as you take me<br />
scaling the walls I try<br />
but there are no walls<br />
to scale<br />
in this empty hollow<br />
of darkness.</p>
<p>Can you see<br />
the light in your eyes<br />
that darkness brings<br />
its ring of fire.</p>
<p>Onward we march<br />
along the night ward sky<br />
downward we go<br />
hidden from those above<br />
who know nothing<br />
of that we bring<br />
to the earth above.</p>
<p>Dance. I say DANCE<br />
to the darkness<br />
the light of your life.<br />
It&#8217;s a celebration<br />
of life and sacrifice.</p>
<p>Take this with you<br />
wherever you go<br />
or you shall be forbidden<br />
to know what we know.</p>
<p>What? You don&#8217;t want to know<br />
what we know?  Dare you say<br />
such a vile thing?<br />
Shackle her. Spank her.<br />
Smack her. Beat her.<br />
Tie her. Rape her.<br />
Spin her. Hang her.<br />
Leave her to dry<br />
or die by light of day.</p>
<p>Must oh must<br />
we pull her away.<br />
Never. She hasn&#8217;t learned<br />
her lesson for today.</p>
<p>Make her believe<br />
Nothing has happened<br />
and It&#8217;s not true.<br />
Then shove her down<br />
into the mine of minds<br />
and she will eat the dirt<br />
of light and right<br />
and see the left of light<br />
that illuminates the dark<br />
of righteous right.</p>
<p>Yes, that&#8217;s more like it.<br />
There she is.<br />
Wanting to know<br />
and desperate to do<br />
whatever she is told.</p>
<p>The fight is gone<br />
We have won<br />
but never fear dear,<br />
it&#8217;s only just begun.</p>
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		<title>if i could (again)</title>
		<link>http://www.multiplereflections.org/journal/2008/08/01/if-i-could-again/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 06:27:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>JAGA</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Anonymous]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ritual Abuse]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[SRA]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Writings]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[unedited writings from someone inside, their way of speaking and telling and communicating &#8211;the ones inside who speak and write like this often do not use any punctuation, so it is missing &#8211;an edited version will be added later if i could i would tell it again if only to show you can do it [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #000080;">unedited writings from someone inside, their way of speaking and telling and communicating<br />
&#8211;the ones inside who speak and write like this often do not use any punctuation, so it is missing<br />
&#8211;an edited version will be added later</span></p>
<p>if i could<br />
i would tell it again<br />
if only to show<br />
you can do it</p>
<p>again</p>
<p>again</p>
<p>the night draws near<br />
hanging with it<br />
the lights of night<br />
crosses under<br />
the land of fright</p>
<p>don&#8217;t worry<br />
i won&#8217;t tell<br />
a soul<br />
for the soul i bear<br />
is dead once more</p>
<p>don&#8217;t take me away<br />
for i&#8217;ve gone away<br />
on my own<br />
but you know that,<br />
now that you own<br />
me</p>
<p>oh that flattened me<br />
for you know it is a<br />
we<br />
of a family<br />
oh that we are<br />
inside<br />
and out<br />
but shame the inside<br />
and flood the out<br />
with smiles and masks<br />
for we are all in this<br />
together</p>
<p>we dance left right left<br />
and sing chants for<br />
natas</p>
<p>and the silence<br />
begets silence<br />
for the silence<br />
stops the silent<br />
fingers telling<br />
and never oh never<br />
shall the silence<br />
whisper a sound<br />
but silence<br />
and nothing oh nothing<br />
will be told<br />
past natas</p>
<p><em>you know me by &#8220;if i could&#8221;</em></p>
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