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		<title>So I Decided to Post Stuff on This Blog Again&#8230;.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Yeah, yeah, yeah. So it&#8217;s a long title, okay, so It&#8217;s more like a sentence than a title. But, its MY blog and I can do whatever I want to it! &#8230;.*looks around wildly*
You know, you look reeeeeeeeeeeal familiar.  As in familiar,  I-know-where-you live-so-you-can&#8217;t-criticize-me-or-suffer-a -fatal-death, kind of familiar. Yeah that&#8217;s it&#8230;..
Um, so anywho, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkgoldwolfeyes.com/2008/05/01/so-i-decided-to-post-stuff-on-this-blog-again/</link>
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		<title>White Oaks: Part IV - Keepers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Who are you to barge in our home without invitation?” demanded Takodi the horse trainer, his wrinkled face stern.
The figure was on the center floor of the living room quarters now. He swept his black hood from his face. The tall man had dark yellow eyes, and more striking was the jagged, thin red scar [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkgoldwolfeyes.com/2008/05/01/white-oaks-part-iv-keepers/</link>
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		<title>White Oaks: Part III - Apple Orchards</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She did not go to the The White Oaks. Juniper declared to her own mind that if she were to speak with old acquaintances, it would be on her own terms. She would do things her way this time, certainly not by Charkol Daes&#8217;Kihe&#8217;s. She would not lightly trust others again, she&#8217;d learned her lesson [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkgoldwolfeyes.com/2008/05/01/the-white-oaks-part-three-apple-orchards/</link>
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		<title>Yay, a New Posting!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hello World,
or minor grouping of friends and family, teehee. I&#8217;ve placed part two of White Oaks in the stories folder, and there is a new poem too.  And as I know I can rest assured that you will absolutely adore and worship my artistic scope in these small samplings, I shall pass the time [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkgoldwolfeyes.com/2008/02/18/yay-a-new-posting/</link>
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		<title>White Oaks: Part II - Juniper</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Students in the hall gasped for their football player. The girl that clung to him moments before stumbled back into another chair and abruptly fell into it. Everyone apprehensively waited for the cold stranger to react.
Moments passed and Charkol did not take his attention away from his purpose. This seemed much more cruel than an [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkgoldwolfeyes.com/2008/02/18/the-white-oaks-part-ii/</link>
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		<title>Lacking Character</title>
		<description><![CDATA[To my own faults I am a coward
Fearing the failures, the future, the fallen crumpled optimistic dreams
Calling for character,  for courage, for countless bounty of self-esteem
To my own heart I am sour
To my own mind I am weak
But he battles, he breaks, he bears the burden I alone can not contain
Yet he yearns, he [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkgoldwolfeyes.com/2008/02/18/lacking-character/</link>
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		<title>Purging the Trash</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Alrighty, so I&#8217;ve freshened up the site by trashing some of the crappier (and slightly embarrassing) pieces I put up and they will never be spoken of again. So Shhhhh!  *whispers intently*  They never existed!
And moving on&#8230; I thought I would test out a revamped opening to a story &#8220;White Oaks&#8221;, see what kinda response [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkgoldwolfeyes.com/2007/11/26/purging-the-trash/</link>
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		<title>White Oaks</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The wet frosty mist clung to his feet, and made clear twinkling droplets on his clothing and dark leather shoes. As he walked the droplets shook off onto the floor making a slush trail after him. Charkol held his head so high that he seemed to snub the people scattering out of the way with [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkgoldwolfeyes.com/2007/11/26/white-oaks/</link>
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		<title>Sooo Yeah&#8230;.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Yep. That&#8217;s all I got to say about that.
Busy dealing with crappy life stuff, so I apologize to all my devoted readers. (cough, cough). I will try to post more stuff sooner than later but its kinda of hard to write at the moment. Well, that&#8217;s all for now.

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		<link>http://darkgoldwolfeyes.com/2007/10/10/so-yeah/</link>
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		<title>Lyrical Spewings</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I posted a new poem, &#8220;Dream Fever&#8221;. One I created for a literature class a long time ago. I read up on Johannesburg and the apartheid laws, intrigued when I read Langston Hughes&#8217;s &#8220;Johannesburg Mines&#8221;. I found out a lot of things that sickened me and this poem is sort of the result. It comes [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkgoldwolfeyes.com/2006/08/11/spew/</link>
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