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		<title>A Gentle Breeze</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/03/08/a-gentle-breeze/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 14:58:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[blade]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[blood]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cossacks]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fight for freedom]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[freedom]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[galloping]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[horses]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[kozaks]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[occupation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[swords]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tartar control]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tatar control]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1994</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The land laid still,
The earth, the trees were undisturbed.
The village cried out for freedom.
What hope had they to live?
Occupied armies carried on as they pleased.
As the soldiers eat their meal,
The ground began to shake.
Plates and cups began to rattle,
As the sound of freedom approached.
Galloping hordes of salvation
Rode from the east, and from the west.
A river [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fixture of Light</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/03/01/fixture-of-light/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/03/01/fixture-of-light/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 21:57:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bats]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[blind justice]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Crime]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dark]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[injustice]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lamps]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[light]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[light fixture]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1977</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Hanging from the ceiling,
Dangling and dormant,
Blind in the dark,
Strange noises below,
I fear I am not alone,
What its source,
It wasn&#8217;t of noble intent.
Suddenly, I have awaken!
Illuminating injustice.
The culprits below me,
Scatter like mice.
]]></description>
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		<title>A Knight&#8217;s Might For A Midnight Flight</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/03/01/a-knights-might-for-a-midnight-flight/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/03/01/a-knights-might-for-a-midnight-flight/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 21:48:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[A Knight's Might For A Midnight Flight]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[belief]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[disbelief]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[flight]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[imagination]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[knight]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[midnight]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[might]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[power of thought]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[suspension]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[suspension of disbelief]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1974</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Standing of the roof&#8217;s edge,
With only seconds to spare,
The building below me,
Ready to fall upon itself,
Without hesitation, I knew my solution.
From the time of my youth,
I always knew it to be true,
That should a dire situation arise,
I would be able to, in that moment,
Take flight to save my own life.
I ran from the center and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Centaur of Attention</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/03/01/the-centaur-of-attention/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/03/01/the-centaur-of-attention/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 21:36:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[attraction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[centaur]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[female centaur]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[horse]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[horse lust]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[horse lusting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[kentauride]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Kentaurides]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lust]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1971</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[While cleaning the stables,
I came across a young woman,
Though, my vision of her,
Below the waist,
Had been blocked by the gate,
She had been nude, as I had seen her top,
We began to converse, we fell in love,
She opened the gate as to invite me,
Entice me.
I gazed at her fully,
She had the most beautiful legs,
All four of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Alliterate Boxer</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/25/the-alliterate-boxer/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/25/the-alliterate-boxer/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 23:40:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[alliterate]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Alliteration]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[boxes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cardboard]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cardboard boxes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[delivery]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[package]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[package delivery]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[packages]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the boxer]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1953</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Doing what I do isn&#8217;t easy.
I do what I do for a living,
Try doing what I do, if just for a day,
I guarantee you will not like what I do,
If you were to do what I do, no matter the pay.

When money gets tight,
I put up a fight.
Each passing day,
It gets harder and harder to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Silent Substitution</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/24/my-silent-substitution/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/24/my-silent-substitution/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 01:41:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[attraction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[blue genes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[genes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[genetics]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[jeans]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lectures]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[temptation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[transcription]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[wandering mind]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1939</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[As I sit here on edge,
Longing for dismissal,
My mind begins to wander.
The discussion of genetics
Slowly becoming one about her,
The structure of proteins shifts into
Her own desirable structure.
Strands of genes turn to strands of her hair.
As the lecture progresses,
So does she.
Her DNA begins to unzip,
Her thymines exposed,
Bonds have been broken,
Attraction begins.

I make certain to use codons,
As [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Le Chevalier De La Lune</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/22/le-chevalier-de-la-lune/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/22/le-chevalier-de-la-lune/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 00:26:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1931</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[On a warm spring day, in the local wood of Montpellier, there lived a knight. He was a man of nature who lived in harmony with the singing birds, the whispering winds, and the forested lands. He drank deeply from the plentiful rivers, with their bounty of endless life. Even the forest itself, teeming with [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Obedience</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/22/obedience/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/22/obedience/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 22:08:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[authority]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[God]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[obedience]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[power]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stockholm]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1928</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[As I turned to my master and asked, &#8220;why?&#8221;
He struck me down,
And I had felt shame.
Early on, we are taught never to disobey,
My thirst for knowledge had clouded my judgment.
I have learned from the error of my ways,
In time, I hope to earn his trust again.
]]></description>
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		<title>Euthanasia</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/18/forshadowing/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/18/forshadowing/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 22:49:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1915</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Free me from this prison cell
deprived of light, of sight and smell
The air is heavy, wet and thick
the very wind I breathe is sick
Putrid darkness chokes my mind
as do the iron chains that bind
Held captive in here against my will
For novel ideas, the work of my quill
Pretty soon now, in no time at all!
My body [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bloody Hell</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/18/bloody-hell/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/18/bloody-hell/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 16:42:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[God]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[paper]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[period]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[precision]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[punctuation]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1908</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve missed a period,
Oh God! What will I do?
I am expected to be precise.
As the minutes count down,
I panic, I sweat, my feet are swollen.
I take out a pen and draw one in.
The professor enters the room,
I hand her my paper.
A+
]]></description>
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		<title>The Native American</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/18/the-native-american/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/18/the-native-american/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 16:20:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[american]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[citizens]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ellis island]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[immigrants]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[immigration]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[native]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the native american]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1901</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Strangers, they come to our land.
They look so different,
Their speech, so strange,
Some are here to make a profit,
Others come for a new life.
The live among us,
Sharing their ways
And learning ours.
I stamp their forms,
Welcoming them to our land.
]]></description>
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		<title>Nova</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/18/nova/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/18/nova/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 09:06:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bears]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[explosions in the sky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[friday nights]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Orion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stars]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[supernova]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1894</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I remember a white candle, as tall as a marble column, melting in the evening and slowly sliding down her hand and her wrist the way ice cream did when she wasn’t paying attention. And from the wax beads of pearly sweat, hot from the glorious flame, kisses of pain made her eyes shutter, but [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Blind Lovers</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/16/blind-lovers/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/16/blind-lovers/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 23:06:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bars]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[drunken love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hang over]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hung over]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love lost]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[romance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the city]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1878</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[It was not so long ago, that I fell in love.
In love with a woman whose face I could not recall.
Our evening together, filled with such passion and romance,
Our hearts were one.
The next day, her face, I could not envision.
Her face was a blur,
But her body, her touch, her lips I remember.
My spinning head, my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Fly On The Wall</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/16/the-fly-on-the-wall/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/16/the-fly-on-the-wall/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 21:34:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1868</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The littlest eyes in the room are the ones which see the most.
Steady and daring, they do not dart
they do not flee.
They see the crooked cop taking a bribe, all the while vowing to
uphold the law.
They see the priest conning the elderly out of their money all the
while promising salvation.
They see all of the irony [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #27</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/16/lessons-in-life-27/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/16/lessons-in-life-27/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 21:24:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #27]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1772</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, when I&#8217;m down in the village,
Looking for a fun time,
I often consider the chief&#8217;s daughter,
But then I stop to consider the shortage of animal skins.
&#8230;So I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>The Nationalist</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/16/the-nationalist/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/16/the-nationalist/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 19:48:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nationalism]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[soviets]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the nationalist]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ukraine]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1861</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Bound at the wrists,
Mounted upon my horse,
I had been escorted from my home.
Without any explanation,
The journey remained silent,
Save for a few songs.
I now know my sentence,
Without jury or trial,
Is being carried out.
This last ride of mine
Will come shortly to its end,
And I to mine.
]]></description>
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		<title>Fan Submission &#8211; &#8220;That I Regret&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/15/fan-submission-that-i-regret/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/15/fan-submission-that-i-regret/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 00:42:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fan Submissions]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Fan Submission]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fan submission #5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Regret]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[That I Regret]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[zabava]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Zahar Buniak]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1834</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[That I Regret
I run to the waterfall to cleanse  my face
To forget the last zabava and  remove lipstick from my face
The girl I loved had loved me  back
Too bad I hadn’t learned that  when I met that girl with the awesome rack
The girl I loved had green eyes  luminescent in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fan Submission &#8211; &#8220;Sunflower&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/15/fan-submission-sunflower/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/15/fan-submission-sunflower/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 21:13:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fan Submissions]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Fan Submission]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fan submission # 4]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sunflower]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vladimir Rozvadvoskiy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1818</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sunflower
 
Oh sunflower, wilted away in the dark I know you’ve had better days.


The weather’s been worse


And you my sunflower have felt it


I see you in the day dark blue ‘gainst a fence, so pale.


Sunflower, you are and will be to no avail.
 
 

Vladimir Rozvadvoskiy
]]></description>
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		<title>In Private</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/10/in-private/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/10/in-private/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 02:06:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cello]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cellonius monk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[entendre]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[misleading]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[music]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1797</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I have the room all to myself.
Now is as good a time as any other.
I rush to the door and bolt the lock.
I run back to the chair and get ready to start.
Spreading my legs, allowing it to stand upright.
I hold it by its neck and close my eyes.
With the bow in my hand I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pretend</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/10/pretend/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/10/pretend/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 01:57:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[arrowheads]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[buffalo nickel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[colonialism]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[growing up]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pretend]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1795</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Under the tree there was an old bench that was made of wood, but the boards were cut unevenly and the whole thing rested on legs that were small tree stumps. On the bench the boy sat up right with his feet stretched out in front of him while crossed at the ankles. Not too [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cigarettes and Lip Gloss</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/10/cigarettes-and-lip-gloss/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/10/cigarettes-and-lip-gloss/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 23:11:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[beauty]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cigarettes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lip gloss]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lunatic]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stunning seductress]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[unmatched beauty]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1785</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[By far, the most intriguing woman,
I&#8217;ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.
Her beauty was unmatched.
Her accent was deceiving.
Everywhere she walked,
Her presence was illuminating
To the darkest of places.
Men would fall under her spell.
Her intellect was astounding,
Yet her grace was caressing.
A strong elixir and sheer will power,
Two forces which prevented me from blushing.
At times with a sidekick,
A [...]]]></description>
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		<title>First Sight</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/10/first-sight/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/10/first-sight/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 18:55:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[acts of love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[body language]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[communication]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[first sight]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[friday nights]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[going out]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love at first sight]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[saturday nights]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sometimes wednesdays]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Strangers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[thursday nights]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1779</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Lights flash.
Sounds silenced by the music.
The bass vibrates throughout our bones.
Out on the dance floor.
We lock eyes and approach each other.
The closer we get, the slower we move.
Our hands touch first, then our cheeks.
Hot air passes &#8211; escapes our noses.
Hearts pounding.
Our lips find each other&#8217;s faces.
Our lips meet.
You pull me to a wall.
Our hips meet.
Thrusting.
We [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Southern Belle</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/08/the-southern-belle/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/08/the-southern-belle/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 22:26:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[affection]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[beauty]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[blonde]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[desire]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[georgia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gorgeous]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lust]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pretty]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[romance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[southern belle]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the southern belle]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1767</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Her beauty rang throughout the city,
Every moment I spent beside her,
There more I felt I desired her.
Golden hair and the fairest skin,
The slightest touch gave me a thrill.
Never before have I felt such an indescribable feeling.
She was above me, deserving of better,
But there was something in her eyes,
Her manner,
That gives meaning to what I write,
In [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Battle of Vorochta</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/04/the-battle-of-vorochta/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/04/the-battle-of-vorochta/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 08:44:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cossack]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[kozak]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the battle of vorochta]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ukraine]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ukrainian]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[vorochta]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1761</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[On my knees, I stare at my saber,
Forever stained with the blood of my enemies.
With the blade of another at my throat,
I wait here, patiently.
&#8220;Surrender, Cossack!&#8221; They demand.
I look up to the heavens, searching for an answer.
This is the end. I thought, My life ends today, regardless.
I agree to surrender. The papers are drawn.
As I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Steppe Father</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/04/the-steppe-father/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/04/the-steppe-father/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 08:18:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[battle]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cossack]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[family]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[freedom]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[kozak]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[land]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[people]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[steppe]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[steppe father]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[steppes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the steppe father]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ukraine]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ukrainian]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[war]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Brothers lost,
Lands soaked in blood,
Sometimes I forget why I go on.
Riding through the steppes,
Galloping through the fields,
The wind caresses my face.
The thought of my family
Gives me the strength to complete
My journey home.
This is why I fight.
Our land, our people.
Our freedom.
]]></description>
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		<title>Loophole</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/02/loophole/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/02/loophole/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 23:46:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[deliverance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Devil]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[eternity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[God]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[impiety]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[loophole]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[piety]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[prince of darkness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[salvation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the devil]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1748</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Flames all around growing hotter and higher.
Locking himself in the room, pacing frantically,
The man with a past falls to his knees,
Begging, if he&#8217;d please.
Sweat and tears,
A pounding heart.
The prince of darkness approaches.
Out the door, and through the street,
Running faster than ever before,
Looking for a place of worship.
He takes a short cut through a dark alley,
Stopping for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ode To Carol</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/01/ode-to-carol/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/02/01/ode-to-carol/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 22:30:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1745</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Mail, mail everywhere
Always falling, its unfair
My heart is pounding
At a rapid pace
Mail is stacked
All over the place
IN and OUT
It all looks the same
Until I pause from work
And read your name
Carol, Carol, I repeat once more
To find your stack
About the floor
Looking through the employment list
Searching for what?
My eyes have missed&#8230;
I call and call and call once [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Judging Me Judging You</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/28/judging-me-judging-you/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/28/judging-me-judging-you/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 07:54:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[1737]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[angel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[barachiel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[central park]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[God]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[judging]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Judging Me Judging You]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[magic marker]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[maker]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[maker's mark]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mark]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nyc]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[outfield]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[park]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[seraph]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[white rose]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1737</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[On top of the highest peak in the park,
I sit here, poised and observant.
Staring from afar, I detect every action.
I watch and take note of all that goes on,
Rarely, do I take part.
I am a little more candid now than before.
A gentle wind and soft foot steps behind me,
I turn around and see an angel.
He [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Self Reliance</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/27/self-reliance/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/27/self-reliance/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 21:59:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[calling]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[flushing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[manual labor]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[self reliance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stamps]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Technology]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[texting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[txting]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1732</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I wanted to lick it,
But she wouldn&#8217;t let me.
They are now self adhesive.
I wanted to flush it,
But it wouldn&#8217;t let me.
It now flushes on its own.
I called to say hello,
She thought I was strange,
I could have just texted.
I wanted to get intimate,
She said it was too risky,
So I tried manual stimulation.
Victory.
]]></description>
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		<title>Free Falling</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/21/free-falling/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/21/free-falling/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 21:44:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Anal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[free falling]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[God]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[immoral]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[immorality]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[immortal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Immortality]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[moral]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[morality]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mortal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mortality]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[suspension of disbelief]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[suspension of though]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1725</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I woke up this morning,
With the realization that I am dying.
Perhaps not for another eighty years or so,
But I began to see every minute spent,
As a minute closer to my impending death.
The acceptance of my mortality,
Is an unsettling, yet intriguing subject.
And though, I may not be the god-like figure
I imagined myself to be or as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Darker Desires</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/14/my-darker-desires/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/14/my-darker-desires/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 21:41:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[addiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[black]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[black desires]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[caffeine]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Coffee]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dark]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dark desires]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[darker]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[desire]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[serious]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sugar]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1721</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Black as the night,
You are so hot.
I love waking to your scent.
You wake me up,
You make me warm,
You keep me up.
I like you dark,
I like you sweet.
I must have you,
I can&#8217;t live a day without you.
My addiction,
My obsession,
I&#8217;ll provide the cream.
]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #26</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/12/lessons-in-life-26/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/12/lessons-in-life-26/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 05:43:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #26]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1714</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, while riding the train,
I&#8217;m tempted to offer my seat to a woman with a child.
But then I stop to consider the humiliation, should she refuse.
So, I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>The Finger Ring of Madame Larang</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/12/finger-ring/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/12/finger-ring/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 05:31:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cat burglar]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cheeseburglar]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[finger]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[finger ring]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[heist]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[home on larang]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[jewel thief]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[jewel thieft]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[jewelry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[larang]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[madame Larang]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Miss Labelle]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ring]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[steal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stealing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[theft]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[There she was,
So old and enticing,
At the very center of attention,
Surrounded by many, guarded by few.
There  I was,
Young and in awe,
Within a few feet of her,
Circling her. Pacing. Admiring.
Later that evening,
Crawling through tight spaces,
Keeping to the dark places,
I looked through the glass,
Making certain she was there.
An alarm went off,
Sirens blazing,
My heart was racing.
I took her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nightlights In Japan</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/04/nightlights-in-japan/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/04/nightlights-in-japan/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 22:33:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bump in the night]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dark]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[darkness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fear of the dark]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[i am afraid of the dark]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[japanese nightlights]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[light]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[monsters]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[monsters in the closet]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[monsters under the bed]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sunlight]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sunny delight]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the darkness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[yes]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1696</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Silhouettes out in the seas of darkness,
They dance to the quickened pace of my heart.
My eyes wide open,
Remaining at full alert.
As long as I lie hidden under my covers,
Appearing to be asleep,
Along with the scent of my saturated sheets,
The odds of my survival seem promising.
Creaks, thumps, and creatures of the night.
I remain here in fear,
They [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Farewell To Arms</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/04/my-farewell-to-arms/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2010/01/04/my-farewell-to-arms/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 21:58:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[1981]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[armless]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[armlessness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[arms]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Factories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[factory]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[farewell]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[farewell to arms]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[german]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gunpowder]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[how can you be so armless]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[munitions]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[recording]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[reel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[transcript]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[translated]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[war]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1689</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[***Transcript***
Reel Recording
Translated from German

September 6, 1981

It was a day like any other at the time.
War had broken out.
Here we go again, I thought.
The world was still black and white.
Men were called to duty.
Women called to help.
Not all men were able to answer the call.
Some were left behind.
I was not the young soldier I once was.
So, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Loss of Fate</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/12/27/loss-of-fate/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/12/27/loss-of-fate/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 00:42:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[1963]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[altered destiny]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[altered fate]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[altered states]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[berlin]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[changing the past]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[coming twice]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[destiny]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fate]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[francy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[germany]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[loss]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[loss of]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[loss of fate]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nazi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nazi occupied france]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nazis]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[savior]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[second coming]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the future]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the present]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Time travel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[world war 2]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[world war II]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[world was 2: lost in new york]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1684</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Nazi-occupied France.
While on his quest for power through supernatural means,
Adolf Hitler came across a prophecy foretelling of a savior,
Having soon been born in a small German town,
One which will rise and lead
The people against him.
Furious and scared, he raced back to Berlin,
Sending out an official order for the death of
All male infants born within the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pigments of My Imagination</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/12/26/pigments-of-my-imagination/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/12/26/pigments-of-my-imagination/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 06:13:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[art]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[artist]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[brush]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[brushes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[brushing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[employees must gouache hands]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gouache]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gouache hairs]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gouache hands]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[manual skill]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[manual stimulation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[manual work]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[methods]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[paint]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[painter]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[painting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[patience]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[patients]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pleasure]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[self pleasure]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stroke]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[strokes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stroking]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stroking methods]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stroking techniques]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[wet gouache]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1678</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[School is out.
I spend most of my time stroking,
Creating visions of wants and needs,
Using different methods,
Different techniques,
Producing various outcomes.
Sometimes, it is a matter of minutes,
Other times, it can take forever.
Patience is key.
What is produced is my reward.
I am an artist.
A painter.
]]></description>
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		<title>Giving and Receiving</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/12/15/giving-and-receiving/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/12/15/giving-and-receiving/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 02:16:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[1929]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[1929 New York]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Anal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[christmas]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[coal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[giving]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[great depression]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[holiday]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[outsmarting santa]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[receiving]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[santa]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[santa clause]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[winter of '29]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1669</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[It was the winter of &#8216;29.
Sadness loomed around the world.
I was a young lad,  born to a big family.
The weather was unbearable.
I was always a good kid,
Doing what was right, even when it was wrong.
All of a sudden, money was scarce.
Food storage depleted.
Everyone was really sad.
It was so cold.
Illness spread throughout the building.
My family was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ghosts</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/12/14/ghosts/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/12/14/ghosts/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 01:19:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ghosts]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hobbits]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hobo]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hoboes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hobos]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hobosexuality]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[homeless]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[homelessness]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Walking down the avenue,
Passing by without a notice.
They stay there, motioning for help.
Eyes forward. Eyes down.
Not a smile, nor a frown.
Once among the living,
Now among the dead.
Begging, pleading, singing.
Their presence is a burden,
Discomforting and upsetting.
They disappear.
Life resumes.
]]></description>
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		<title>On The Origins of Phrases</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/12/06/on-ze-origins-of-phrases/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/12/06/on-ze-origins-of-phrases/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 03:20:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[affection]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[black plague]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bubonic plague]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dublin]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[emotions]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[entomology]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ewe]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[eweing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[expressing affection]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[expressing love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[feelings]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hunting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[i love ewe]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[i love you]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[patrick]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sheep]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[thee]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[thou]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[thy]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The Black Plague,
In a time of thee&#8217;s, thy&#8217;s, and thou&#8217;s,
Food was scarce, as was money.
On a farm, not far from Dublin,
A couple was on the brink of starvation.
The husband went to hunt for some food,
All he could find was a herd of sheep.
He brought along his bow.
His sight was set.
He hit his mark.
A mistake had [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Broken Piece In Time</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/12/05/a-broken-piece-in-time/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 06:22:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[A Broken Piece In Time]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[abpit]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bitap]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bpiat]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[btipa]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[escaping]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[on the run]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[secret police]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tabpi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tbpai]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tipab]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tpbai]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1625</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The night, as dark as the times, covers my tracks.
A bullet nearly misses my head, I take cover behind a tree.
Bright lights shine in my direction,
Panning from one side to another.
I close my eyes, trying to calm my heart, my breath.
The loud engines are still running.
I hear footsteps. Dogs barking.
Panning away, the lights no longer shine in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #24</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/12/04/lessons-in-life-24/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 19:25:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #24]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1621</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, when I&#8217;m at the beach,
I&#8217;m tempted to go into the water.
But then I stop to consider that there is probably a big shark in there.
&#8230;So I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>Lost and Found</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/30/lost-and-found/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/30/lost-and-found/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 22:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Bear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bears]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[half human half bear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hybrids]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lost and found]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[race]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1592</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[As I walked through the park, I  heard someone crying.
I stopped by the cave and saw the bear with his head in his hands.
&#8220;What is the matter?&#8221; I asked with caution.
He looked up at me, drunk as a skunk.
&#8220;My wife was shot.&#8221; He replied.
Enemies we were, but not today.
I&#8217;d comfort him and be a good [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Navajo Ranch</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/30/the-navajo-ranch/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/30/the-navajo-ranch/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 21:45:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Alex Kopcyk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[amerindians]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dancing with  wolves]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[deities]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dressing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[indians]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[native american indians]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[native americans]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[navajo]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[powers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ranch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[spirits]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[spirituality]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tatanka]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tricks]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[wind]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[wine]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1589</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Indians grab their rifles, their bows and arrows. Tomahawks in hand, they are off to war.
Painting their faces with the blood of their enemies, chanting and summoning spirits
of protection.
The children hug their brothers and fathers, clinging to them for dear life.
Women shed tears and reluctantly send the men on their way.
It is what needs to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Swinger</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/30/the-swinger/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/30/the-swinger/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 21:34:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[baseball]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[major leagues]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[minor leagues]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1417</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Thinking only of her,
I wake up early, every morning,
Head to the field, grab my stick,
I hit my balls until my arms are soar.
Taking a break, I stand there, thinking,
If I make it big, she will truly love me.
]]></description>
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		<title>Out of Range</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/30/out-of-range/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/30/out-of-range/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 19:37:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ader]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[aderkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[band]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bang]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[beer]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[birra]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[clamydia jane]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[conet]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[conetiquette]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[deputy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[emerc]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[EMerckx]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[general store]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mancato]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Out of Range]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[outlaws]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[renegades]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[saloon]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sheriff]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sombrero]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tequila]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[yumado]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[A band of four writers,
Their outfits, so exquisite, so lavish,
They ride into town.
At the saloon, trouble arrives.
The band of writers stand up for the people.
One, a strong fighter, uses his fists,
The other, a marksman, pulls out his rifle.
The third, a dedicated writer, pulls out his quill.
The forth comes limping down the stairs.
In comes the sheriff, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #23</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/30/lessons-in-life-23/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/30/lessons-in-life-23/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 05:58:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #23]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1575</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, while getting intimate with another,
I begin to worry about my size,
But then I stop and think, It&#8217;s a recession.
&#8230;So I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>The Perils of Traveling</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/30/the-perils-of-traveling/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/30/the-perils-of-traveling/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 05:29:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[accused]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[arrested]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cereal killers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[consequences]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cops]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dealing with it]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hey it happens]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[killers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[leaping]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[living with it]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[missing people]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[missing person]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[missing persons]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[missing you]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Time]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1565</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Appearing in my own home, I am surrounded by many.
They look at me with anger and confusion.
Bound at the wrists, I am taken away.
They continue to look at me, unable to utter a word.
There was a killer, free in the area.
I had been reported missing.
Friends and family worried.
&#8220;It is hard to explain,&#8221; I tried to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Of Mice And Man</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/29/of-mice-and-man/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/29/of-mice-and-man/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 04:17:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[acting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ballet]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dancing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Full House]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[good show]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Of Mice And Man]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stage]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1559</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[As I stand in total darkness,
I hear voices and movement.
A light shines on me.
All I see is white.
Music grows louder.
My actions grow stronger.
I leap forward to my death.
They drag me off the stage.
I close my eyes,
Returning to the darkness.
]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #25</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/29/lessons-in-life-25/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/29/lessons-in-life-25/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 11:16:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bathroom]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Cohabitation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lesson In Life #25]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Shower]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1553</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, in the morning, I get a strong urge to pee in the shower.
But then I realize my roommates wouldn&#8217;t appreciate that.
&#8230;So I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>Pilgrimage to Turkey</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/26/pilgrimage-to-turkey/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/26/pilgrimage-to-turkey/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 07:16:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[comraderie]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[happy thanksgiving pilgrim]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hungary]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hungry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[instabul]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[peace]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pilgrimage to Turkey]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[thanksgiving]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[turkeys]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1546</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Gobble Gobble Gobble,
We gobble down our food.
It is an age old tradition,
With origins in Hungary
Brought over to Istanbul,
Straight to the colonies, presently the States.
Set at the table,
A multitude of people,
A notion of comraderie,
A feeling of togetherness.
We lay down our weapons as
We gobble gobble gobble with one another.
]]></description>
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		<title>The Elephant of Desire</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/26/the-elephant-of-desire/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/26/the-elephant-of-desire/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 06:54:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[late nights]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[looking]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lost]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[One Simple Elephant]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[reaching for the surface]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[search engines]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[searching]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[shoeless]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Elephant of Desire]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1534</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Layer upon layer,
I&#8217;m not what I seem.
Fitting in with the background,
I somehow manage to stand out.
Finding myself lost inside myself,
Even I can forget who I really am.
Name after name,
The face remains the same.
A new outfit, new speech, new hair.
Deep down inside, lies one basic and simple element.
Face after face,
I run through them all,
A new hobby, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Page of Thought</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/25/a-page-of-thought/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/25/a-page-of-thought/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 05:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[retail]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1530</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Deep down in the dungeon,
Lies a pit of despair.
The air is so filthy,
The light is so scarce.
I walk, I crawl,
I make my way through the horror.
Roaches, they breed as if you&#8217;re not there.
Rodents and pests of all shapes, creeds, colors and sizes.
Just a scent of a meal,
They will turn and kill,
Just another day.
Just another night.
]]></description>
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		<title>CC</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/24/cc/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/24/cc/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 04:18:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[200]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[200th post]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[beat beat side]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[chinos]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[closed captioning]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[conetiquette]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[double c's]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[EMerckx]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[feasting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[four writers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[leopards]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[remembralls]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1518</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;Twas one  summer night, in mid-November,
The sun was  shining brightly.
Warm days and snowless nights.
Four writers, they wrote for all to remember.
Later that night, or perhaps, earlier the next morning,
The writers, they stopped,
Lost in their tracks, deep in their thoughts.
A prancing leopard appeared with a warning.
Give us this day, our daily bread,
And let us feast among [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chelonia</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/24/chelonia/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/24/chelonia/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 06:31:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Daughter]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Fish]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Fleet]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ocean]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sailor]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sea]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Turtles]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1487</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The dawn wasn’t fierce on the shore, and in fact it was almost too nice and too pleasant to follow the rosy wisps of clouds which crossed the sky today the way crab legs cross along the damp sand as it comes and goes by the edge of the tide. He had seen many dawns [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Anna Chelak &amp; The King of Siam</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/23/anna-chelak-the-king-of-siam/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/23/anna-chelak-the-king-of-siam/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 18:29:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[anna chelak]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[boats]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Dance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dinner]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[king]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[peace]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[prosperity]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[ships]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[siam]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[song]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the king of siam]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[world peace]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1479</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[As the King&#8217;s royal ship was entering the port,
There she stood, with a loaf of bread and salt,
Waiting to greet and welcome.
Stepping off the ship and onto the dock,
His presence demanded respect.
She welcomed him and showed him to his quarters,
They dined, they sang, they danced.
Seducing him, she brought peace to the far east.
]]></description>
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		<title>The Financial Analyst</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/21/the-financial-analyst/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/21/the-financial-analyst/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 23:47:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Anal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[analizing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[analytics]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[banker collar]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bankers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[blue collar]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[collar green]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dominating]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dominos]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[stocks]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[white collar]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1470</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[My hands bound,
I await my punishment.
All dressed in black,
My jailer, my judge has arrived.
Whimpering with fear,
A spike of adrenaline,
I look at those eyes,
Seeing anger and pain.
I laugh at the irony.
She strikes me down and whips me.
Telling me I&#8217;ve been bad.
]]></description>
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		<title>Fallen</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/20/fallen/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/20/fallen/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 08:38:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bipolarism]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[break]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[breath]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[emotions]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[feelings]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fresh air]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[thoughts]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[vacation]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1462</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[An illness befalls me but once a year,
My racing thoughts, they stop. They disappear.
If for a moment,
&#8216;Tis a blessing, a torment.
Never enough,
Life can be rough.
]]></description>
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		<title>Back to the Pel&#8217;tak</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/19/back-to-the-peltak/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/19/back-to-the-peltak/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:27:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1454</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Eyes flash, voices belch forth- it is a struggle for power.
I try to maintain my composition, but it is being changed
from the inside out.
I find things I once enjoyed no longer hold value to me
as my taste becomes exotic and unslakable.
My thirst for life grows and grows, yet my concern for it wanes
with a force [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hak&#8217;tar</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/19/haktar/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/19/haktar/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:19:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1451</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The birds call, crickets chirp, frogs croak
It is a good day.
Bees buzz, flies fly, saws buzz
Is it a bad day?
You decide.
]]></description>
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		<title>Wingspan</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/19/wingspan/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/19/wingspan/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 19:24:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[angel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[angelic rap]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[angels]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[defying gods]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[immortals]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[mortals]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1442</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Last night was fantastic.
You and I and the music we totally blasted.
Things got out of control as my wings expanded,
Knocking over your lamps,
Which I fixed, just as you demanded.
What we&#8217;re doing is wrong,
I cannot with a mortal,
But it feels so good, so right, entering your portal.
Forget the gods, lets be together.
Leaving one heaven for another,
I&#8217;m [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Slip of the Tongue</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/19/a-slip-of-the-tongue/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/19/a-slip-of-the-tongue/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 18:40:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[A Slip of the Tongue]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1438</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[After a night of laughs and romance,
She got a strange call and had to leave in a hurry.
I called her a cab and she took offense.
That&#8217;s not what I meant, I tried to explain.
Too late, it&#8217;s over. Don&#8217;t call me again.
-
The candle goes out.
]]></description>
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		<title>Christopher&#8217;s Walk-In</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/19/christophers-walk-in/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/19/christophers-walk-in/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 07:41:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[awkward]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[caught]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[masturbation]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1430</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Such an odd night, from what I remember,
Alone in my room while studying Miss November.
Without a knock at the door, she enters my room.
Caught in the act, she caught me red handed!
A look of disgust, A look of betrayal.
How could she do this to me? I demanded.
The following morning, things were unclear.
Nothing was said, silent [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Afterlife</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/19/the-afterlife/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/19/the-afterlife/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 06:46:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[afterlife]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[age]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[aging]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[crossing over]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[death]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fax machines]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nurse]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nurses]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[old age]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Afterlife]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1420</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[She was so old,
About a hundred and seven.
We had a good time,
And now she&#8217;s in heaven.

She was classy dame,
Born without fortune or fame.
Never in love, except for one man,
Of her stories, I was her biggest fan.

We danced, we dined, exchanged our lingo.
Friday nights, we had our bingo.
Though I was her nurse,
In the end, it felt [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Gallery</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/18/the-gallery/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/18/the-gallery/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 17:51:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[crucifiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[framed]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gallery]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gallery of thieves]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hanging]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[killers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sciencefiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[thieves]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1413</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been framed!
They hang me in plain sight,
For all to see.
They stop, they look and they ponder.
In a gallery of thieves, there I hang,
A portrait of a killer.
]]></description>
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		<title>Something Sweet</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/18/something-sweet/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/18/something-sweet/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 06:42:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Alexandra Kuzyszyn]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[attraction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[beauty]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[desire]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[kiss]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[kissing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lus]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[proposal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[smile]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1406</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[One look and she attracts me like no other.
Her beauty  &#8211; surpasses another.
One smile and I&#8217;m at her disposal.
Dare not to kiss, or she&#8217;ll have my proposal.
]]></description>
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		<title>Stars Are Us</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/16/stars-are-us/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/16/stars-are-us/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 03:12:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[star]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stars]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[starter sauce]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1394</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Reaching for the stars,
I extend my arms.
Too far to grasp,
Too close to ignore.
They give my life meaning.
Trapped in this cell.
I settle for gossip.
]]></description>
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		<title>Pontifex Maximus</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/16/pontifex-maximus/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/16/pontifex-maximus/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 23:53:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Alex Kopcyk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bridge]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bridge builder]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[building]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[building bridges]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[burning bridges]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[butter]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[crawfish]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Fabio]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[football]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[God]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[great]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[great bridge]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[holy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[I can't believe it's not butter]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[New Orleans]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[papa]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Papa John's]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Pontiff]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pope]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[saints]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[St. John]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1390</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I toil all day, building building building.
Hard work quenches my tired body
Yet my mind remains open to the sky
Receptive of the Words from the heavens
Keen and awake, the Gods whisper to me
The city wishes to help but I must not allow it.
For, the almighty Jupiter told me
&#8220;I&#8217;m pretty sure it&#8217;s a one man job.&#8221;
]]></description>
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		<title>Harvesting Sorrows</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/16/harvesting-sorrows/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/16/harvesting-sorrows/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 23:46:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[city]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[crops]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[drinking]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[farm]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[farms]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[goats]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gods]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[harvesting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[harvesting sorrows]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sheep]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sorrows]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[zeus]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[zoophile]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[zoophilia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[zoophillia]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1381</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Far in the country, away from society,
I tend to my farm, I tend to my crops.
Sometimes, at night, I drink too much.
I talk to my goats and lay with my sheep.
How soft the wool feels on my body.
Like wearing a sweater while being completely naked.
One night, my secret was out.
My crops destroyed by Zeus himself.
I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #21</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/16/lessons-in-life-21/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/16/lessons-in-life-21/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 22:38:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Bear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #21]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Right to Bear arms]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1376</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, I&#8217;m tempted to exercise my right to bear arms.
But then I stop to consider the pain inflicted onto the bear.
&#8230;So, I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>A Tale of Yumado</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/16/a-tale-of-yumado/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/16/a-tale-of-yumado/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 21:55:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[getting stoned]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[japan]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[japanese lover]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lover]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[maid]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[making a prophet]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[profit]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[prophecy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[prophet]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[prophetizing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[prophets]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[yumado]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1367</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Some time ago in Miami,
While the governor was away,
His wife was alone, wanting to play.
Along came Yumado, straight from Japan
A lover, fighter, a writer, doing all he can.
One afternoon, in the middle of May,
He stops by her window. And without much delay,
He enters, he sits and he lays.
As he exits her window, she gives him [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Heavy Water</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/16/heavy-water/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/16/heavy-water/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 19:35:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1365</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[A squid, and octopus and a shark walk into a bar.
The bartender turns to the squid and says &#8220;What&#8217;ll it be?&#8221;
The squid says nothing&#8230;
After an uncomfortable silence, the bartender says &#8220;OK&#8230;&#8221; and turns to the octopus.
The bartender says &#8220;What&#8217;ll it be?&#8221;
The octopus just stares at the bartender&#8230;
Confused, the bartender then turns to the shark and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Determined to Love</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/12/determined-to-love/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/12/determined-to-love/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 22:54:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[against all odds]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[choice]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[choosing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[decision]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[defying gods]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[desire]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[free will]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[free will 2]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[in love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lust]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[marriage]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[monogamy]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[sex]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1360</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Long ago, long before my time,
Decided by the gods,
Determined by the stars,
She was the one I would love.
My heart, my eyes, my mind,
Matched and won by another,
I challenge the gods,
I choose my own fate.
Running away,
Hiding in the darkness.
We turn around and
Defy our makers.
Choosing to love,
Choosing to cherish,
Living alone together,
For the rest of our lives.
]]></description>
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		<title>Monogamy</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/12/monogamy/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/12/monogamy/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 22:39:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[birds]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[death]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[guards]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[guest]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hope]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[host]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[locked up]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[monogamy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[prisoner]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[relationships]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sadness]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1352</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Down in the dungeon,
Deep in the dark,
A scream let out,
Silence kept in.
Right down the corridor,
Just past the guard.
Lies a young man,
Sentenced to death.
Just up above him,
Right in the window,
A curious bird watches
As he billows and dies.
]]></description>
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		<title>Genius</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/10/genius/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/10/genius/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 04:53:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ideas]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[informericals]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[inventions]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[reinventing the wheel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[the world's greatest reinvention]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[wheel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[wheels]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1345</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Early one morning, I found myself in a jam. I was facing eviction and money was tight. I needed some cash. I needed it fast. I couldn&#8217;t fall back asleep. I was having a panic attack. I broke into tears.
Watching informercials all morning, I came up with a most brilliant idea. After all, what I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ironically</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/10/ironically-4/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/10/ironically-4/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 04:22:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ironically]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Candy]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1342</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[My mother always told me&#8230;
&#8220;Life is like a box of chocolates.&#8221;
Ironically,  she&#8217;s a diabetic.
]]></description>
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		<title>The Riddle.</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/10/the-riddle/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/10/the-riddle/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 17:10:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>emerckx</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[EMerckx]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1337</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[There once was a prince who decided to go on a journey with his servant. They came to a small house in a dark forest where a girl warned them that her stepmother was a witch who disliked strangers, but unfortunately there was nowhere else to stay. The prince and his servant reluctantly entered the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Feast</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/10/the-feast/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/10/the-feast/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 10:15:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Cannoli]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Coming of Age]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Little Italy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Midget]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[New York City]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Feast]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1327</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I was never fond of the tall, heavy pale blue apartment doors in our building; the way they opened and closed with those fierce slams always left me alone and unwelcome in the hallway. This one was labeled “6H”, and after I knocked, Sal’s mother emerged from inside. She had been expecting me.
“Hi Mrs. G.”
“Salvatore [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bloodbath and Beyond</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/09/bloodbath-and-beyond/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/09/bloodbath-and-beyond/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 23:35:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cheating death]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[death]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[purging]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[swine flu]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1320</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m dying of the swine!
Sketching in the corner,
Death draws near.
I cheat death, once again!
Slitting my wrists,
Bleeding away the illness.
Death nods.
&#8220;Not this time,&#8221; he grunts,
I reply, &#8220;I&#8217;ll see you in hell!&#8221;
]]></description>
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		<title>Runway With Me</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/09/runway-with-me/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/09/runway-with-me/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 23:29:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[chair]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[crashing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[despair]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[models]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[moms]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[planes]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1317</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m a model!
Walking down the runway.
I&#8217;m a plane!
Heading down the runway.
I&#8217;m a model airplane!
My career is taking off.
I&#8217;m crashing.
Tell you mother I said, &#8220;hi.&#8221;
]]></description>
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		<title>Fan Submission #3 &#8211; Flush</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/09/fan-submission-3-flush/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/09/fan-submission-3-flush/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 23:23:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fan Submissions]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[anonymous]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Fan Submission]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[flush]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1305</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Flush
by Anonymous
You&#8217;re omnipresent in my mind.
Separate but appart.
You are my shelter, the hand that trembles as I take the cigarette.
A cloud of sweet smoke, and lips that softly urge.
I&#8217;m tense.
And bewildered.
Gently, slowly, you&#8217;ll corrupt me.
And even the Seven Deadly Sins don&#8217;t stand a chance when you&#8217;re around.
Take me, use me, abuse me, but don&#8217;t harm [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ze Robot and Jamar</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/09/ze-robot-and-jamar/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/09/ze-robot-and-jamar/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 17:34:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[android]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[freelance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[power]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[protocol droids]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[robots]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[slavery]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1298</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Collapsed on a chair,
My eyes are closed.
A warming touch.
My buttons are pressed,
You turn me on.
My eyes now opened.
My joints are stiff,
You pull out the lube.
Rubbing me down,
I&#8217;m fully charged and ready to go,
Making my way to the cellar,
Collecting some old power converters.
]]></description>
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		<title>Transparency</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/08/transparency/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/08/transparency/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 06:28:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bipolar disorder]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cheeseburgers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[identitties]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[indentity disorder]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[insanity]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1292</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, I get out of control.
I start losing my mind,
Speaking softly,
Screaming loudly,
Moderately laughing.
People annoy me,
I supress my rage.
Drinking myself to sleep.
Bedding strange women.
My identity fades.
]]></description>
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		<title>Clown Hole</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/07/clown-hole/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/07/clown-hole/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 05:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bipolar]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bipolar type II]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[broken heart]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[insomnia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[literature]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[loneliness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sex]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[torn heart]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[writing]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1286</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Taking pills,
I cannot wake.
Refusing pills,
I cannot sleep.
Endless days,
Restless heart,
Lonesome nights.
A writer&#8217;s peril.
A writer&#8217;s delight.
]]></description>
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		<title>From One To Another</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/07/from-one-to-another/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/07/from-one-to-another/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 05:53:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lonely travels]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[railroad]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Strangers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[train]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1283</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The air, so bitter. So cold.
My breath, so visible. So sweet.
The bells ring.
The train arrives,
It isn&#8217;t mine.
I take it, nonetheless.
Taking a seat,
I&#8217;m heading home,
Finding comfort among strangers.
]]></description>
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		<title>Death By Poetry</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/07/death-by-poetry/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/07/death-by-poetry/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 05:49:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bird flu]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[children]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[death]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[illness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[swine flu]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1279</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[A piercing pain in my ear,
Children coughing,
Panic sets in.
Can it be?
Pigs roam,
Birds flock to pray,
A piercing pain in my ear.
]]></description>
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		<title>Desire and Conspire</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/07/desire-and-conspire/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/07/desire-and-conspire/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 05:44:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[beauty]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cheese]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[conspire]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[desire]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1275</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Never a moment of regret,
A test of true emotions,
Teasing me at any given moment,
Having her heaving halves,
All the more desiring,
Lately, more and more,
I tremble with fear for
A feeling unfamiliar.
]]></description>
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		<title>Condensation Nuclei</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/05/condensation-nuclei/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/05/condensation-nuclei/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 00:43:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[colonialism]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[depressing rain]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[freedom]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hope]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[horizon]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[imperialism]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[independance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Nature]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[old snoring man]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[rain]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[salvation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sorrows]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[steppes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ukraine]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ukrainian]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1269</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sitting in the steppes,
Absorbing nature&#8217;s tears,
I look up and see the moon,
Thinking hope is just over the horizon.
I&#8217;m soaking wet, from head to toe and all around.
The rain disappears, it vanishes. As do my sorrows.
]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #20</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/05/lessons-in-life-20/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/05/lessons-in-life-20/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 20:26:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #20]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1260</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, when I&#8217;m writing for Vorochta 5,
I come up with a novel idea,
But then I realize that I don&#8217;t have the time to write a one.
&#8230;.So I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>A Novel Idea</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/05/a-novel-idea/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/05/a-novel-idea/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 20:26:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Alex Kopcyk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1259</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[They cannot vote, and for good reason too. Their cold as ice hearts and gnat minded wits cloud their judgement.
Busying themselves with the fineries far too extravagant for their own good, they fuel a deadly arms race.
They are blind, you see, and don&#8217;t stop to enjoy the simple things in life, although they&#8217;d like you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fellating Death</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/05/fellating-death/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/05/fellating-death/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 20:15:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bathroom]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[buying time]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[death]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Fellating Death]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[goats]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[grim]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[grim reaper]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[grind]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hangover]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[reaper]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[reaping]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Time]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[vomit]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[vomiting]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1251</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Barely standing in my bathroom,
Staring at my reflection,
Splashing cold water on my face.
I wet the floor,
I slip, I fall.
Hitting my head,
Falling to my knees,
Vomiting into the toilet.
Trembling with fear.
I&#8217;m freezing.
I&#8217;m sweating.
I fall to the floor.
Laying there, unconscious.
Unresponsive.
Dreaming.
]]></description>
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		<title>Hic Haec Hoc</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/04/hic-haec-hoc/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/04/hic-haec-hoc/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 01:54:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Alex Kopcyk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[augustus]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[brutus]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Caesar]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dagger]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[divi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Empire]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[forum]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[God]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[holy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[julius]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[murder]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[rome]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ruin]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[senate]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[steps]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1247</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Such contempt do the hearts of men hold for me. But I, such a man, Nay! A God, whom the populace despises, am, in fact, a hero among men; The first of citizens.
I, myself, have saved this empire, upon which we shall all flourish. Unfortunately, they do not know what they seek, and know even [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Making Amends</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/04/making-amends/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/04/making-amends/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 18:17:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Bear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bastard]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bears]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[correcting mistakes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[future]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[guns]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hunting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[illegitimate]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Making Amends]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[past]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[present]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1240</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In the distance, a rifle has gone off.
The birds scatter. Animals patter.
Most likely a hunting scene.
Nonetheless, I drive over to investigate.
I see a man lying in a pool of blood.
The smell of cigarrettes draws my attention.
I pull out my gun and spot him, laughing.
&#8220;Think you&#8217;re funny, bear?&#8221; I said.
He threw the rifle down to the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fifteen-Hundred Acre Wood</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/04/fifteen-hundred-acre-wood/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/04/fifteen-hundred-acre-wood/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 08:20:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Electricity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Metaphor]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Monument]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Nature]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Technology]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Woods]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1229</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Electricity is the forest we inhabit.
During the day we pass by those trees who appear tall, cold, and gray above our heads.
Trees that are silent and refuse to budge, but are in fact a patient lot, the type that can wait with diligence for nightfall, so that when the familiar pulse they expect resurfaces by [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Crusade.</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/03/crusade/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/03/crusade/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 18:43:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>emerckx</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[EMerckx]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[despair]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[greed]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[jealousy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Wolf]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[unfair]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1219</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[There was once a great man.
He had plans for the world.
He rose up to power, knew what to do
Cleanse the world of filth; that was his plan.
Get rid of scum; clean the dirty few.
Seemed simple enough; it was working too.
But then people got jealous; he got greedy.
It&#8217;s really quite simple; you know how it ends.
They [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Migraine of Sand</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/02/migraine-of-sand/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/02/migraine-of-sand/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:27:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[devotion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Migraine of Sand]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[obsession]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1208</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[When you talk to me,
You smile at me,
You touch my hand,
Setting in motion a chain of chemical reactions.
We get intimate,
Creating bonds of obsession.
You leave me for a moment,
I start to get so cold.
My head aches,
It aches for you.
]]></description>
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		<title>Hard Drive Crash</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/02/hard-drive/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/02/hard-drive/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:24:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Alex Kopcyk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[accident]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[amnesia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[angina]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[computer problems]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Computers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[crash]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hard drive crash]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[insomnia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[kissing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1199</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Our lips first meet as you lay me down.
Carefully you brush my neck with a tender touch.
My tongue intwines with yours as life rushes all throughout my body.
Your curious hands make their way down to my chest.
It is more than I can take.
The lights and sounds engulf my body.
Suddenly, in a fit of pure passion, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Axis of Symmetry</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/02/axis-of-symmetry/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/02/axis-of-symmetry/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:13:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Axis of Symmetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cafeteria]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[reflection of life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Time]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[windows]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1196</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I watch them interact in silence.
Like celluloid images.
Their counterparts so loud.
Barriers of sound,
Extensions of light.
I watch them eat, read, and play.
I see myself,
Silent on both sides.
]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #18</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/01/lessons-in-life-18/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/11/01/lessons-in-life-18/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:24:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #18]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1189</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, when making love,
I&#8217;m tempted to withdraw preemptively,
But then I stop to consider that it doesn&#8217;t always work.
&#8230;So, I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life # 28</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/30/1184/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/30/1184/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 09:17:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Alex Kopcyk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #28]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1184</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I&#8217;ll be sitting on the toilet
and I&#8217;ll reach for some toilet paper so I can wipe my butt,
and I&#8217;ll discover I&#8217;m all out.
&#8230;So I Don&#8217;t
]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #17</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/lessons-in-life-17/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/lessons-in-life-17/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:44:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #17]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1172</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, when I&#8217;m tired, I&#8217;m tempted to go to sleep.
But then I stop to consider that I may never wake.
&#8230;So I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>Where There&#8217;s Smoke, There&#8217;s Sirens</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/fishfr/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/fishfr/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:28:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fish sex]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pirates]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sandwitches]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sirens]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sirens Please part 2]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1160</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[After months of solitude,
A lonely life on this cursed island.
I find myself giving up, starving,
On the brink of death.
Upon my final breath,
A figure rose from the sands.
She returned to me my fading life.
&#8220;I&#8217;ve been watching you, my dear.&#8221; she said.
&#8220;Let&#8217;s take vengeance on the sirens,&#8221; she offered.
I agreed, thirsty for their blood.
Let this day mark [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Comfort and Discomfort</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/comfortanddiscomfort/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/comfortanddiscomfort/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:07:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Apathy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[comfort]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[discomfort]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hidden Truth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Misconception]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Priorities]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[revelations]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1143</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I stumbled across an ancient tomb,
With a carcass, a womb.
The remains of sadness and scorn.
I broke into tears,
I cursed the heavens.
Turning away, I left it alone.
Pretending it never was.
Returning to my life.
]]></description>
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		<title>V 4 V5</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/v-4-v5/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/v-4-v5/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 23:56:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Alex Kopcyk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1141</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[He smiled, and caressed the nape of my neck
Such a somber moment will not last
Such a shame, such a waste
I cannot stay here, not where I shouldn&#8217;t be
Forces unseen rack my mind, rip my soul and seize my breath
And tear them from my body
&#8217;till they vanish into thin air
The count down has begun
The clock strikes [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Ask The Clouds</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/ask-the-clouds/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/ask-the-clouds/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 23:41:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Alex Kopcyk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1139</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Ask a cloud why, and it will not say
for it does not know.
In and out and up and down, the atmosphere is its playground
and we are the ants.
Where we soil with works unseen by the lofty one above.
Once in a great while, It loses touch with the world.
Remembering its childhood and how it all began
it [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #30</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/lessons-in-life30/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/lessons-in-life30/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 08:02:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bank]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Crime]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Debate]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life#30]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Politics]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poverty]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1132</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, people ask me how we can improve the neighborhood,
They&#8217;re getting fed up with all the crime in town.
I consider telling them that the solution is to open up more Banks,
Simply because there is safety in numbers.
But I&#8217;m no expert.
&#8230;So I Don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #16</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/lessons-in-life-16/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/29/lessons-in-life-16/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 04:47:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #16]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1127</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, when I&#8217;m stressed,
I&#8217;m tempted to punch a random person in the face,
But then I stop to consider that what goes around, comes around,
And I certainly don&#8217;t want anyone to punch me.
&#8230;So I don&#8217;t
]]></description>
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		<title>Mercy</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/28/mercy/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/28/mercy/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 06:43:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[2012]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mercy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ocean]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Travel]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Visitors]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[war]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1118</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In the mornings, I always walk alone to the water
hoping never to forget what the sand feels like.

As the tide comes it is cold on my toes
before the retreat to sea.

On this day, vessels gather along the horizon.
They move as wolves – in lines – in packs.

My father has told me about the men who [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Thespian Lovers</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/27/thespian-lovers/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/27/thespian-lovers/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 21:25:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bliss]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fellating]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fellatio]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lovers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[oral tradition]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[romance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Thespian]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Thespian Lovers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[thespians]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1098</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Laying in each others arms,
Going through the history of oral traditions,
From fellating to debating,
They comfort one another.
Lip locked and ready to tumble.
An exploration of sensation,
Living in eternal bliss.


Red wine and candlelight,
The water is running.
The lights dim.
The music plays.
Tongues tied,
The lights go out.
The lovers stay in.
]]></description>
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		<title>I can&#8217;t make it.</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/27/i-cant-make-it/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/27/i-cant-make-it/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 05:15:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>emerckx</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[EMerckx]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cabbie]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[diinner and drinks]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[drunk cabbie]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[heaven]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[I can't make it.]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[jesus]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[st. peter]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tutor]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.com/?p=1088</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Want to come out for dinner and drinks with us?&#8221; she asked.
He replied, &#8220;I heard my professor is there. I can&#8217;t make it.&#8221;
&#8220;Won&#8217;t you come to my birthday celebration tomorrow? It&#8217;s starts at 10pm&#8221; she inquired.
He stated, &#8220;I need to go see my tutor. Sorry, I can&#8217;t make it.&#8221;
&#8220;We&#8217;re going to head out to this [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Passing Through</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/25/passing-through/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/25/passing-through/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 04:57:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[being born]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Birth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[birth labor]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[birthing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[born]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[born again]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[born again christian]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[giving birth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[labor]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[labor day]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[labour]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[vagina]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=1087</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Though my world is upside down,
I am comfortable and warm,
Occasionally stretching or kicking.
Suddenly, I feel my world collapsing.
I&#8217;m being evicted.
I&#8217;m feeling new feelings,
I&#8217;m frightened, I cry.
No more attachments.
I&#8217;m born.
Again.
]]></description>
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		<title>Tending The Bar</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/22/tending-the-bar/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/22/tending-the-bar/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 19:54:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[australian bartenders]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bartender]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bartenders]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bartending]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[just the tip]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[natalia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tip]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tips]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=1082</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Tending the bar,
She watches me enter.
Pouring my drink before I sit.
Attractive and insightful,
She takes my wisdom to heart.
She tells me a joke
And makes me explode
With Laughter.
My money is no good there.
She let&#8217;s me have one, no charge.
I ask her permission to tip her.
Just the tip, we agreed,
And nothing more.
Just the tip she received,
Not one dollar, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Coming Out of The Closet</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/22/coming-out-of-the-closet/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/22/coming-out-of-the-closet/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 19:41:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[acceptance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Coming out of the closet]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[games]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hide and seek]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[homosexuality]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Out of the closet]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=1079</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Always hiding,
Never the seeker,
I take refuge in the darkness.
Footsteps nearby,
My heart is racing.
Shadows pass in the sliver of light.
The door opens,
My secret is out.
I&#8217;m out of the closet,
Out of the dark.
]]></description>
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		<title>Love, Lust, And Time</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/20/love-lust-and-time/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/20/love-lust-and-time/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 06:47:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[companionship]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Immortality]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Love Lust And Time]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lust]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mirrors]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[narcissism]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[narcissist]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[narcissistic]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[reflectiong]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[relationships]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[romance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[searching for love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[self adoration]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Time]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[true love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=951</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[On the eve of my one hundredth birthday,

Looking not a day over twenty-one,

I have ended my life long quest for love.

As I stand before the mirror,

I begin to reflect on the past...]]></description>
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		<title>Listening</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/15/listening/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/15/listening/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 04:29:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[daily beats]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[listening]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[motion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[music in my ears]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[rhythm]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[rhythm of life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[voiceless]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[world]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=934</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Music in my ears,
The world has no voice.
It moves to what only I can hear.
Images of light.
Flashes of life.

Music in my ears.
Lips move,
The world has no voice.
With every passing moment,
My thoughts grow louder.
With music in my ears,
I am in control.
]]></description>
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		<title>Depth Perception</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/15/depth-perception/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/15/depth-perception/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 04:17:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Depth Perception]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[marine]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ocean]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[oceans]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[remnants of war]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[standing on the ocean floor]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[submarine]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[under water]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[underwater]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=931</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Standing on the ocean floor,
Watching the dust settle,
The weight of the marine world upon me,
I&#8217;m all alone in the dark,
I&#8217;m all alone in the cold.
The boat begins to drift,
I hold it in its place.
Down in the deep,
I see remnants of war,
Standing on the ocean floor.
]]></description>
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		<title>Youth-in-Asia</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/14/youth-in-asia/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/14/youth-in-asia/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 05:27:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Alex Kopcyk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=926</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[A young boy weaves lies
But the monkeys they don&#8217;t know
Blind, they never see.
]]></description>
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		<title>Ironically</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/14/ironically-3/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/14/ironically-3/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 05:16:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Alex Kopcyk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ironically]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=924</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[My mother always told me&#8230;
&#8220;Lend a hand to those in need.&#8221;
Ironically, I&#8217;m an amputee.
]]></description>
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		<title>Ironically</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/14/ironically-2/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/14/ironically-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 05:14:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Alex Kopcyk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ironically]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=920</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[My mother always told me&#8230;
&#8220;Never cheat in school.&#8221;
Ironically, I&#8217;m the milkman&#8217;s son.
]]></description>
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		<title>Ironically</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/14/ironically/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/14/ironically/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 05:11:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>conetiquette</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Alex Kopcyk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ironically]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=917</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[My mother always told me&#8230;
&#8220;Cleanliness is next to Godliness.&#8221;
Ironically, she&#8217;s a dirty whore.
]]></description>
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		<title>Lesbos In Space</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/14/lesbos-in-space/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/14/lesbos-in-space/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 05:07:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Environmental Disaster]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Global War]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Global Warfare]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Island]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lesbos]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lesbos In Space]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pools]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Post Apocalyptic]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Post Modern]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Science Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Scifi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Space]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Swimming]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=912</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[

 - 3113 A.D. -
Log. 10.14- As my ship approached the bay,
I gazed out the window,
Thinking of my planet&#8217;s destruction.
Looking beyond my reflection,
I watched the base of Lesbos grow closer.
Once a proud island of Greece,
Now a major and influential space base.
Lights flash,
People Swim.
I ease into my chair.
Overwhelmed, I begin to cry,
Watching my tears drift away,
Thinking, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #15</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/12/lessons-in-life-15/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/12/lessons-in-life-15/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 04:54:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #15]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=906</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, a piece of paper falls out of my pocket.
I&#8217;m tempted to leave it there,
But then I&#8217;ll look up and see a sign that says,
&#8220;NO LOITERING.&#8221;
&#8230;So I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #14</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/10/lessons-in-life-14/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/10/lessons-in-life-14/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 03:57:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #14]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=900</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, when my date is running late,
I&#8217;m tempted to stand out on the street and wait.
But then I stop myself after seeing a sign saying,
&#8220;No Standing Anytime.&#8221;
&#8230;So I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>Constant State of Emotion</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/08/constant-state-of-emotion/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/08/constant-state-of-emotion/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 17:27:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[body]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Constant State of Emotion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dancing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[emotionless]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[emotions]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gravity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[heaven]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[heavenly bodies]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[motion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[motionless]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[radiation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[star]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stars]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=895</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Drifting through the empty space,
Curled up in a ball,
So dark, So cold.
I wake up,
Stretch my limbs.
My naked body begins to radiate.
Lights begin to emit,
I burst into flames.
Shining like a beacon,
For the lost,
Others come, they go.
The fire dies.
Once again, I&#8217;m cold.
]]></description>
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		<title>Turning A Blind Eye</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/08/turning-a-blind-eye/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/08/turning-a-blind-eye/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 17:20:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[beautiful doctors]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[blind]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[blindness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[corneal ulcer]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[eye]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[eye infection]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[eyes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[infected corneal ulcer]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=893</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Early one morning, I woke up,
Realizing, in literal sense,
I was blind.
Having lost my vision, my confidence,
I did not panic, did not fear.
Yet all I could think of,
All I desired,
Stood before me,
Shining a light in my eye.
]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #12</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/08/lessons-in-life-12/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/08/lessons-in-life-12/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 17:11:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #12]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=888</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, after making love,
I&#8217;m tempted to ask my partner&#8217;s name.
But then I stop to realize, it&#8217;ll ruin the magic.
&#8230;So I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #22</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/08/lessons-in-life-22/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/08/lessons-in-life-22/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 06:53:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Devil]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #22]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=882</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, the Devil says he can offer me a deal  that I can&#8217;t pass up.
He&#8217;s a persuasive guy.
&#8230;So I don&#8217;t


]]></description>
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		<title>The Angel And The Demon</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/07/theangelandthedemon/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/07/theangelandthedemon/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 03:39:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[angels]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[beauty]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[demons]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[models]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[naked angels]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[parks]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Secret]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Angel And The Demon]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[trench]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[trench coats]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Victoria]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Victoria's]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Victoria's big secret]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=869</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[On my way home,
I walk through the park,
Far in the distance, deep in the shadows,
I see a woman, covered in darkness.
Her image revealed as I come closer,
A beautiful woman dressed in just a trench.
She smiles at me and motions me over.
Holding a flower in her right hand,
She kisses me once and gives it to me.
&#8220;The [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Severed Ties</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/07/severed-ties/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/07/severed-ties/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 20:38:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fillet]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[granite]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hangover]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hangovers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[headless]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[heart]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[horsemen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[hungover]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mignon]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Moose Headaches]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[severed]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Severed Ties]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[soul]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ties]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=864</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I woke up early this morning.
My head spun, my stomach turned.
The room was unstable.
I get up and get dressed.
Time for work.
My pants, my shirt, my socks, my shoes.
I put on a tie and find the bottoms are missing.
I look for another, but they&#8217;ve all been cut.
I panick, I fear.
Looking at the window,
I realize nothing can [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #10</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/01/lessons-in-life-10/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/10/01/lessons-in-life-10/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 01:33:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #10]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I feel like going to a bar and picking up a random person,
But then I think, someone will probably hit me once I put them down.

&#8230;So I Don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>Rain</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/29/rain/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/29/rain/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 18:01:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[home alone]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pets]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[rain]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s pouring.
I can hear it tapping at the window.
Sitting by the table, I ignore its taunt.
The phone rings.
I can hear it echoing through the room.
Eating my meal, I ignore its invitation.
The television turns off.
I can see the electric bill on the table.
Drinking my water, I ignore its numbers.
The door knob turns.
I can hear the keys [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Analogy of An Allergy</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/28/analogy-of-an-allergy/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/28/analogy-of-an-allergy/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 04:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[allergies]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[analogy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Analogy of An Allergy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[analorgy]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Though I wanted to touch it,
To Taste it,
I kept my distance,
Sitting in the shade.
The very smell of it,
Causes a series of reactions.
Swelling occurs,
Expelling a corporal product.
]]></description>
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		<title>Syncopational Hazards</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/27/syncopational-hazards/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/27/syncopational-hazards/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 03:18:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cheesesteak]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dangers of gypsies]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[enchantment]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gypsies]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gypsy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gypsy doodle]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gypsy women]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[philadelphia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Philadelphia: The Musical]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[slap happy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[slap happy gypsies]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[slapping]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[spell]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stolen heart]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tambourines]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[theif]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[thievery]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[thieves]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=828</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Constant sunshine, I was lost,
I was lured by the smell of food,
The sounds of music
And slapping.
Welcomed with open arms and bottles.
I ate and drank,
I watched a dance before me.
There was a magic I could not resist.
I was bewitched by a gypsy.
She did not steal my money,
She did not touch my family jewels,
But I certainly wanted [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nox</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/25/nox/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/25/nox/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 10:33:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Nox]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=823</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In the fall, I will fall apart.
and sing a hymn for deaf men’s ears.
In the fall, I will turn yellow
alone to shiver as Death nears.
They plant my feet a top a hill.
so I may stretch my limbs apart.
But Sleep arrives to let me rest
beneath pale lanterns and black seas.
Is it folly then to dream
of a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Spontaneous Combustion</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/23/spontaneous-combustion/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/23/spontaneous-combustion/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 02:22:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Combusting Spontaneously]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Julie Britton]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Spontaneous Combustion]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=820</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, when you&#8217;re around,
I feel like I&#8217;m on fire.
When you smile at me,
You make me turn so red,
I begin to sweat,
You make me spontaneously combust.
]]></description>
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		<title>Slippery When Wet</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/22/slippery-when-wet/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/22/slippery-when-wet/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 04:56:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hamburgers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[iced tea]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[on thin ice]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Slippery When Wet]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Walking on thin ice]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Whetting One's Self]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=817</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[As I make love to a very old woman,
I wake up to find myself walking on thin ice.
I&#8217;m right it in the middle of the lake.
Trying not slip, trying not to fall,
Each step I take is slow and precise.
I don&#8217;t know where I am,
Or how I got to this point.
All I can do is move [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons in Life #19</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/16/lessons-in-life-19/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/16/lessons-in-life-19/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 03:16:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Draft]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons in Life #19]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[war]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=804</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I think about the war.
What it would be like to die. Young and alone.
There&#8217;s a letter waiting on the table.
I&#8217;m supposed to open it.
But I&#8217;m a coward.
&#8230;So I don&#8217;t
]]></description>
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		<title>White Russian</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/14/white-russian/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/14/white-russian/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 03:26:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bar]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[White Russian]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=681</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In the bar it was loud and hot, and while the counter was wet in some parts, that kind of thing was commonplace here; just as long as they served him on time, he never complained. Towards the back there was a woman who sat in a booth with a dark hat on, legs crossed, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Rebirth</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/14/rebirth/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/14/rebirth/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 22:43:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Aliens]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cheeseburgers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[desert]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[messengers of god]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[New Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nudity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nudity in the desert]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[prophets]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Rebirth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[superheroes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Womb Reentry]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=679</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Out in the desert, I stand here staring into the sky.
I take off my clothes and bury them.
I climb down into a crater,
Rubbing dirt all over.
I start a fire and quickly put it out.
Smoke rises as I lay in the middle.
Curled up, I lay naked in the Earth&#8217;s womb.
A car stops at the sight of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Satin Sheets in Liverpool</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/12/satin-sheets-in-liverpool/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/12/satin-sheets-in-liverpool/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 18:58:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[boobs]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cereal killer]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[death]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[halloween]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Liverpool]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mike Myers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[murder]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Satin Sheets]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Satin Sheets in Liverpool]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[serial killer]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=627</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Walking down a dark and empty corridor,
I listen to every creak, click, and breath.
Looking forward, pretending no one is there.
I stop at the door, and turn on the lights,
Making sure my room is empty.
Turn them off, I scurry to the bed.
Jump into the covers,
I cover myself up and over my head.
Trying not to breathe too [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sirens, Please</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/11/sirens-please/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 19:21:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mermaids]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mutiny]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mutiny without Bounty]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Paper Towels]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Please]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[seamen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Siren]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sirens]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Siren]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=663</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Mutiny! I&#8217;ve become a prisoner to my own crew.
Upon hearing her voice,
I ran up to the top of the rocks to catch a glimpse.
Within seconds of seeing her, she was covered with seamen.
All of my sailors had flocked to her, abandoning our camp.
She giggled, she laughed, she splashed and she squirted.
Had I not been chained, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Seeds</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/09/seeds/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/09/seeds/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 09:29:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Seeds]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=650</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I wish I knew what apples tasted like. If I could have anything, that would be it, to know them personally. They’re so pretty to look at, and in your hand, if you hold them up to the light the right way, they look like gems &#8211; knuckle sized gems &#8211; and your eyes tell [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bipolar Ice Caps</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/09/bipolar-ice-caps/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/09/bipolar-ice-caps/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 04:08:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bipolar bear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bipolar Ice Caps]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bipolarism]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bipolarity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ice Caps]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[polar]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[polar bear]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=648</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Surrounded by fire,
Surrounded by pain,
I woke up with a vision.
A man, taking in the pain of others.
A man, slowly falling apart.
Watching his world fall apart,
He sits there, seemingly motionless.
He sits there, seemingly emotionless.
As his world begins to crumble,
Tears fall. Cries of sadness echo.
Flames consumed,
He falls to the ground,
Lying still, breathing irregularly.
Still watching.
Smiling.
]]></description>
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		<title>More Guillotine, Please</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/06/more-guillotine-please/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/06/more-guillotine-please/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 00:20:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bloody pirates]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[certain death]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[doom]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fate]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[headlessness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[losing one's head]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[losing your head]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[More Guillotine]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[More Guillotine Please]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pirates]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Please]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=639</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Slowly I walk to the steps.
I process through the town.
People cheer, spit, curse,
Some cry.
Sadness looms through the town.
It looms through the world,
As even the skies have turned grey,
Preparing for heaven&#8217;s tears to fall from grace.
I look up at the sky,
Where the sun shines through a hole in the clouds.
I do not cry, I look up. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #7</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/05/lessons-in-life-7/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/05/lessons-in-life-7/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 22:58:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #7]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=634</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, when I&#8217;m in need of cash, I&#8217;ll hit the ATM.
But then I realize violence won&#8217;t solve anything,

&#8230;So I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>The Major and the Minor</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/02/the-major-and-the-minor/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 23:38:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Black and White]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Concert]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pianist]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Piano]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Piano Concert]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Piano Performance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Piano Player]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Major and the Minor]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=624</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sitting here, I close my eyes.
Black and white.
Stroking  gently with my fingers.
She raises her eyebrow.
I use my fingers more and more.
I go faster and faster.
Enthralled by my talent, she smiles.
She blushes.
I use my wrists and my forearms,
Eventually my whole body sways.
As I&#8217;m about to finish,
She succumbs&#8230;to her emotions.
Tears run down her face.
She stands up and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Epilogue</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/02/epilogue/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/02/epilogue/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 21:26:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[après la guerre]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Epilogue]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[peace]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[post war]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[war]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[what to do]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=616</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The war is over.
Now I&#8217;m free.
No more torture.
No more pain.
I left the camp with just my clothes.
I don&#8217;t know where to go.
I don&#8217;t know what to do.
The routine had set in.
That was my life.
I walked for days,
Through hills and towns.
An old man gives me food and shelter.
Just before I fall unconscious,
I hear bells ringing.
&#8220;Old man, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Oh, Soul Mio</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/02/oh-soul-mio/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/02/oh-soul-mio/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 17:38:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[boiling water]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[death]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[how can you be so soulless]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Oh Soul Mio]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[soul]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[soul claiming]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[soul grabbing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[soul sister]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[soulless]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tea]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=613</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Water boils.
Steam blows.
I&#8217;m in the kitchen making tea.
A sudden ring.
I answer the phone.
No one home.
I&#8217;m all alone.
Death comes knocking.
I answer the door.
Not today, good sir, not today.
Grabs my chest and reaches for my soul.
It&#8217;s not there.
A sinister laugh.
He runs in fear.
]]></description>
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		<title>Gunshells and Guitar Strings</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/01/gunshells-and-guitar-strings/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/01/gunshells-and-guitar-strings/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 07:08:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Gunshells and Guitar Strings]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Last Thoughts]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=596</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m drunk. And I shouldn&#8217;t be holding this pistol.
But no soul in town will do this job.

The wind crawls west.
Just like every other day.
And I sweat.
Just like every other day.

There is a tall man waiting for me across the road.
With something covering his face.
An old Mexican sits not to far away, playing his vihuela
He watches [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Spider Monkeys</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/01/spidermonkeys/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/09/01/spidermonkeys/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 04:45:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Cats Killed Curiosity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Curiosity Next Exit]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[If it's not there don't fix it]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[manual labor]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Samuel Jack's Son]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[spider monkeys]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The King's Massive Rooster]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=582</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In a land before Dinosaurs, Monkeys and Lions ruled the earths.
Fighting through the ages, a peace pact was created.
Monkeys ruled in space, lions over the kingdom.
In the end...]]></description>
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		<title>Haiku #55</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/31/haiku-55/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/31/haiku-55/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 06:53:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Haiku]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Haikunamatata]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=576</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Riots in the streets.
Screaming and jumping around.
No one calls the cops.
]]></description>
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		<title>Hebrews Coffee, I Don&#039;t</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/30/hebrews-coffee-i-dont/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/30/hebrews-coffee-i-dont/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 03:51:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[autophags]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[autophagy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Biting Toe-nails]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hebrews Coffee]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hebrews Coffee I Don't]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[I Don't]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Nail Biting]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[self indulgence]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Toe Cheese]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Toenail Biting]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=572</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I walked into a diner, it hurt.
Stepped inside and grabbed a seat.
She gave me a menu.
I looked it over.
She asked what it was I wanted.
&#8220;Chicken fingers, please,&#8221; I replied.
&#8220;Chicken fingers, you shall have,&#8221; she said.
The lights turned off.
The lights turned on.
I looked at my hands,
My fingers had changed.
No longer human fingers, but those of a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hades</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/29/hades/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/29/hades/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 07:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hades]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Stories Series]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=547</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[February 3rd, 2009. 
This morning I woke up and there was a demon sitting on the dresser in my bedroom. He was looking at himself in the mirror, and didn’t know that I had woken up already. He was small, stout, and gargoyle-like. Hideous little thing. A cherub from hell &#8211; if you will – [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Thais That Bind</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/28/the-thais-that-bind/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/28/the-thais-that-bind/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 02:38:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Captivity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Execution]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Severance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Thais That Bind]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=543</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been captured.
My hands, tied behind my back.
I cannot see.
Bird&#8217;s chirp.
Sweat drips down all over.
The sun&#8217;s up.
As is my time.
Click, Click, Click.
I don&#8217;t understand what they&#8217;re saying.
Not to worry, someone will find me.
All I want to do is bi&#8230;
]]></description>
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		<title>Distance</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/28/distance/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/28/distance/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 08:46:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Cheese Sticks]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Distance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Personal Identity Crisis]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Personal Identity Disorder]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[PIC]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[PID]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=541</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Standing there, tall and timid,
She sits and brushes her hair aside.
Alas, a smile, a giggle, a laugh.
Gleaming through the darkened room.
Slowly it fades.
Surrounded by many,
She sits alone.
Unsure of herself.
Not knowing who she is, truly.
]]></description>
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		<title>Judicial Review</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/27/judicial-review/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/27/judicial-review/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 01:34:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bad]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[God]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Good]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Judicial Review]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Man]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=532</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I watched a man fall to his death.
Standing on the edge, he slipped.
He grasped the ledge, he struggled.
Fighting for his life.
All I had to do was reach out and grab him.
I didn&#8217;t.
I just stood there, watching.
That night, I went to sleep.
When I woke up, I was somewhere else.
I stood before the face of god.
We exchanged [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Weep of Faith</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/27/a-weep-of-faith/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/27/a-weep-of-faith/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 22:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[A Weep of Faith]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[eternal damnation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Faith]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Forgiveness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hopeless]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Misery]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mule Kharma]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Mule's Blood]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Penance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Regret]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=529</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I closed my eyes and began to see

A vision of a man drowning in a pool of misery.]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons in Life #11</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/25/lessons-in-life-11/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/25/lessons-in-life-11/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 00:29:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Artem Derkatch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #11]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=524</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes people ask me for spare change.
Often, they do it with wet eyelashes and mouse-like voices.
Part of me wants to hand over the singles in my pocket.
But then again, this person is probably a drunkard or drug addict.
Or  even worse, a liar.
I don&#8217;t like being lied to.
&#8230;So I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>Coconut Cream</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/21/coconut-cream/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/21/coconut-cream/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 05:53:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[balloon animals]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Circus sex]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Clown Fornication]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Clowns]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Coconut Cream]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pie in the face]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Unprotected Sex with a Clown]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=518</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sitting in a corner,
Watching the world go by,
She sits there, waiting.
Rain falls, but she doesn&#8217;t feel a drop.
She closes her eyes for just a second
And does not see the flash of lightning.
Still she sits with a smile,
She sits with a frown.
Regretting last night with a clown.
]]></description>
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		<title>Sparing Some Change</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/16/sparing-some-change/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/16/sparing-some-change/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 01:53:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sparing Some Change]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=512</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Lights flash by the windows.
I stand rocking side to side.
The door opens and she walks in.
She asks me for a dollar.
I give her five.
She has no home.
I offer her a shower and a bed.
The next morning I wake,
My bed empty.
My wallet empty.
My heart&#8230;gone.
]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons In Life #4</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/16/lessons-in-life-4/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/16/lessons-in-life-4/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 23:19:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lessons In Life #4]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stuck in the past]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=510</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, I find myself stuck in the past.
It&#8217;s hard to leave behind.
I wish I could stay,
But then I realize if I don&#8217;t fix my time machine,
I could really screw up the present.
&#8230;So I don&#8217;t.
]]></description>
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		<title>The Australian Kiss</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/14/the-australian-kiss/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/14/the-australian-kiss/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 06:47:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Australian Kiss]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=507</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Gently, I kiss your lips.
Slowly, I lick your lips.
Now the journey begins.
I head north, using my foreign tongue.
It&#8217;s warm and moist.
The forests have been cut down.
Strange sounds.
Muscles tighten and relax.
Sweat drips down my forehead.
I cannot speak.
]]></description>
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		<title>Five After Five</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/14/five-after-five/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/14/five-after-five/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 06:29:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Five After Five]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=505</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[It was a night, not unlike any other.
Down in the shadows, I lay in the mud.
Face down.
The smoke still rising.
Lights flicker, sirens grow.
Footseps. Footsteps.
Flash and bang.
Down on the ground.
Down in the mud.
I share the earth with my killer.
]]></description>
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		<title>Bear in Mind</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/10/bear-in-mind/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/10/bear-in-mind/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 03:47:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Bear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bear all]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bear in Mind]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bear Nudity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bears in bed]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Honey Don't]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Relations with Bears]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Toilet Paper]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=502</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[She&#8217;s married.
It&#8217;s raining.
I&#8217;m wearing a raincoat.
Thunder and Lightning.
The storm is over.
I notice it&#8217;s torn.
I panic, I fear.
You tell me not to worry.
I&#8217;m a human and you&#8217;re a bear.
]]></description>
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		<title>The Carpenter&#039;s Lament</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/10/the-carpenters-lament/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/10/the-carpenters-lament/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 03:18:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Anal]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Cabinets]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Home Furnishing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The Carpenter's Lament]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=498</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[You&#8217;re so big. So heavy.
I screw you from behind.
Your design, it&#8217;s so refined.
I give you a nice finish.
You are my masterpiece.
My life.
Sold to the highest bidder.
I&#8217;ll never see you again.
]]></description>
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		<title>Swallowing My Pride</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/10/swallowing-my-pride/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/10/swallowing-my-pride/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 03:09:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pets]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Swallowing My Pride]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=495</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[On the floor and on all fours.
Your head between my thighs.
You lick and you lick.
You moan and you sigh.
Scratching my legs.
&#8220;ouch!&#8221;
I give in, I&#8217;ll pet you again.
]]></description>
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		<title>le cadeau et la malédiction</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/10/le-cadeau-et-la-malediction/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 02:38:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I only wish to make love to you.
Your eyes just drive me wild.
The way you smile at me.
The way you walk to me.
I cannot help but notice,
There may be something there.
My humour, my charm, my&#8230;talents.
I hope to make you mine.
If just for one night.
I&#8217;ll be satisfied for life.
]]></description>
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		<title>Singin&#039; With Daisy For Her Fish</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/10/singin-with-daisy-for-her-fish/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/10/singin-with-daisy-for-her-fish/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 02:24:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m walking down the street.
Seeing all that can be seen.
Her lips, her eyes.
Her breasts, her legs, her smile.
I cannot help but look
At her, her, and her,
Most definitely her.
My goodness, my gracious, my god, oh my.
Heavens, what a sight.
I cannot help but stare.
With some I&#8217;ll even flirt.
A drink or two seems fair.
I glance at the painting,
In [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hidden Reflections</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/08/hidden-reflections/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 03:10:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Stop! You&#8217;re not there.
Neither am I.
Who are you?
Who am I?
You move so quickly,
Escaping my sight.
I know you&#8217;re here.
Go back and hide.
]]></description>
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		<title>Like Fine Wine or Vinegar?</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/06/like-fine-wine-or-vinegar/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/06/like-fine-wine-or-vinegar/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 23:12:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Flashing lights, liquor and bingo.
I woke up unknowing of where I was.
Bottles of whipped cream and lubrication all over.
I reached over to my lover.
She was not the one.
The wrinkles, the sagging, oh the grey hair.
This was not my lover.
At least not anymore.
]]></description>
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		<title>Fresh Fish From The Sea</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/06/fresh-fish-from-the-sea/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 21:16:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fresh fish from the sea makes my day.
Some so pretty, a few too skinny.
Many bite, others too smart.
Young ones bite, I allow it but throw them back.
Fresh fish from the sea are a fisher&#8217;s delight.
I pray it&#8217;s not red tide.
Not one tug, nor a bite.
]]></description>
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		<title>Saxophony Bologna</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/06/saxophony-bologna/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 21:04:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Each day I pass him by.
He nods and plays my tune.
Each day I stop by and talk.
I forge a friendship.
One day I&#8217;m on my way,
I hear my tune.
Someone threw him a twenty,
And he played him my song.
&#8220;Saxophony, you are!&#8221; I yelled.
&#8220;No more!&#8221;
]]></description>
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		<title>Hakuna Dormata</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/06/hakuna-dormata/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 20:59:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[On the first of many nights,
I slept. I slept all night.
Not a care, nor a bear.
I slept relentlessly.
2, 3, 4 in the morning.
I slept like a rock.
5, 6, 7.. I was in heaven.
I kept going from 8 until noon.
Woke up like a rock,
Singing a happy tune.
]]></description>
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		<title>Solitude and Gratitude</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/06/solitude-and-gratitude/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 20:56:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Looking for solitude,
I draw attenion.
I feel his stare.
Sitting underneath the oak tree.
Writing in my book.
Passerby&#8217;s walk over and inquire.
Let me be, that is my desire.
What are you writing?
My poems, my life.
How cute, how refined.
Here&#8217;s my card.
Oh my.
Beyond the fence, the bushes ruffle.
Smoke rises.
A fire? A sign from above?
I see his face.
The spiteful bear smirks.
]]></description>
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		<title>Hobosexual</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/06/hobosexual/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 20:50:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The lonely man draped in blankets and bags,
He pushes his cart, reeking of piss.
I watch and observe.
Two girls stand before him.
Whispering and giggling.
The lonely man sits on the bench,
Giggling and whispering to himself.
He smiles. His hand down his pants.
With a look of disgust, they walk away.
I stand there,
Laughing and whispering to myself.
]]></description>
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		<title>Maelstorm</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/06/maelstorm/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 20:46:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=469</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[A storm approaches.
There is no stopping it.
It is inevitable.
Nowhere to run or hide.
Grey skies are lurking.
The temperature drops,
And so does the rain.
I will not cower.
I stand there taking the rain.
Thunder wakes the city.
I stand there in peace.
Lightning strikes, but so do I.
Not tonight, Mother Nature.
Not tonight.
]]></description>
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		<title>A Summer Night&#039;s Dismay</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/06/a-summer-nights-dismay/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=466</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[A summer breeze ruffles through my hair.
I stare beyond what is there.
Cars riding backwards and forward.
Sitting there, motionless. Observing.
The streets so empty,  yet so busy.
A beautiful woman walks by.
Stops before me, revealing her breasts to me.
She walks away.
A car honks and I awake.
Back on my bench on the empty, but busy street.
]]></description>
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		<title>Eternal Salivation</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/05/eternal-salivation/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 06:06:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=463</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s loud. It&#8217;s dark.
You enter. You shine.
I sip and you sit.
So confident.
I walk over. You smile.
Mouth opens, I cannot speak.
I just stand there, staring.
Driveling.
]]></description>
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		<title>One Cold Night In December</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/04/one-cold-night-in-december/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/04/one-cold-night-in-december/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 07:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=452</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;Twas a cold night in December.
Cheese and champagne.
Costumes, candy and hand cuffs.
It was so cold.
Circumstances gave us an excuse.
We were so bold.
Those thighs were like earmuffs.
It sounded like rain.
&#8216;Twas a night we will always remember.

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		<title>Madison</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/04/madison/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 06:40:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>aderkatch</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=446</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[How can you be so hungry,
and never know what to order?
Pick something.
Your waitress does not listen,
too busy scribbling stickfigures in her notepad.
She&#8217;s probably a whore anyway.
The patrons sit there looking lost with famished faces,
marooned  all alone atop white tablecloth islands.
Your glass is empty.
Before it wasn’t.
Before you were sober.
Weren’t you?
Where does the minute go?
It must be [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fan Submission # 2 &#8211; &quot;A-story-a&quot;</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/04/fan-submission-2-a-story-a/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/04/fan-submission-2-a-story-a/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 04:19:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://vorochta5.wordpress.com/?p=440</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[To him, people seemed to always be going somewhere. Always walking home, or to school, off to work, speeding to the hospital, or to the grocery story because it would close at nine and they were out of milk, or to visit their fat aunt with that nice brownstone, who was actually quite the bitch but had just the right amount of zeros on her paycheck that she was worth talking to. You know, in case she died...]]></description>
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		<title>Falling With Style</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/03/falling-with-style/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 01:57:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I fought off the guards,
The midget looked around in panic.
Seeing nowhere to go  but down off a cliff.
He begged me to surrender so we both may live.
&#8220;Surrender?&#8221; I asked.
He nodded.
I could not give in.
&#8220;You wish to live?&#8221; I asked.
He nodded.
&#8220;Learn to fly, my friend. I fight to the death.&#8221;
I told him with confidence.
The guards [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pandamonium</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/03/pandamonium/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 01:41:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Black and white.
Adored, yet lonely.
I enter the cage.
She growls and lies on her back.
She invites me to come closer.
I take off my clothes.
We make love.
Morning comes, I leave.
She looks, she sniffs.
A tear falls from the panda&#8217;s eye.
]]></description>
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		<title>Good Knight, Sleep Well</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/03/good-knight-sleep-well/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 01:35:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sparks shower as our weapons meet.
A swing at my head. I duck.
I take my sword and shove it into his chest.
The mighty warrior falls to the ground.
Relief.
My life is no longer in danger.
Why did we fight?
]]></description>
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		<title>Stolen Hearts</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/03/stolen-hearts/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Your smile was my anesthetic,
As you opened my chest and
Touched my heart.

Take it.
It&#8217;s yours to keep.
It belongs to you, anyway.

You grasped it firmly.
Ripped it out.
Sold it.


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		<title>Unheard Goodbyes</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/03/unheard-goodbyes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 06:32:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The skies were grey.
Rain was falling.
I stood at the bed.
Tears hidden by the rain.
Rest Peacefully.
]]></description>
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		<title>Rubbing One Out</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/08/03/rubbing-one-out/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 05:31:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Rubbing One Out]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[There it was.
Small, yet heavy.
She grabbed it.
Rubbed it.
A mysterious substance emerged.
I told her I&#8217;d grant her three wishes.
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		<title>Bird Watching</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/30/bird-watching/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/30/bird-watching/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 05:54:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bird Watching]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Reading a book.
Talking on the phone.
I could watch you all night.
You have the prettiest eyes I&#8217;ve ever seen.
Every night, I find some way to see you.
I tell you I love you but you don&#8217;t hear me.
The window is closed.
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		<title>Remorse Code</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/30/remorse-code/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/30/remorse-code/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 05:15:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I open the door and there you stand,
In tears.
I see you cry. My eyes redden. I cry.
You look up, but I&#8217;m not there.
I never was.
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		<title>Fan Submission &#8211; &quot;Water Skiing&quot;</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/29/fan-submission-water-skiing/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/29/fan-submission-water-skiing/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 04:12:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fan Submissions]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Vorochta 5]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Fan Submission]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Nathaniel Broadwell]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Water Skiing]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Water Skiing
 
Sliding into the wet rubber,
Dawn the skis and wait to be pulled!
It pulls and swerves,
The motor moans pleasantly at the speed
Until you can&#8217;t take it anymore &#8211; you fall limp into the water
Frustration ensues and waits for you to get back up.
One day, all of the sudden, your rubber jacket breaks,
Without notice or [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Death and Roses</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/28/death-and-roses/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/28/death-and-roses/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 08:04:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Today, I died.
I looked across.
There she was.
Reading a book.
She brushed her hair aside.
She smiled.
She waved.
My heart stopped.
I couldn&#8217;t breathe.
My flesh turned cold.
I became stiff.

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		<title>Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3.</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/24/toe-heel-1-2-3/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/24/toe-heel-1-2-3/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 06:49:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Dance]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Toe. Heel. 1 2 3]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ukraine]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ukrainian]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3.
I&#8217;ve got your eye.
Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3.
You&#8217;re impressed.
Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3.
You shuffle back and spin.
Toe. Heel. 1, 2, 3.
I&#8217;m down on one knee.
You sit on the other.
You kiss me on the cheek.
Your beads spill all over.
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		<title>Affair and Balanced&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/22/affair-and-balanced/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/22/affair-and-balanced/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 08:09:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Bear]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Affair and Balanced...]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Never before have you been so happy.
Never before have you smiled so much.
Never before have you bought me such gifts.
Never before have I noticed.

You had gone picnicking.
You smelled like honey.
You smelled like cigarettes.
You had some fur on your clothes.

Never again will I trust you.
Never again will I kiss you.
Never again will I speak to you.
Never [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Internet Stockings</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/22/internet-stockings/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/22/internet-stockings/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 08:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Internet Stockings]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[How I desire you. I lust for you.
You tease me. You tell me you want me.
You show me everything.
I show you nothing.
You offer to show me more.
I&#8217;m intrigued.
You offer to give me everything.
My eyes widen.
You ask for my credit card number.
I close my laptop.
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		<title>Ever So Often</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/22/ever-so-often/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/22/ever-so-often/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 07:55:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ever So Often]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Ever so often, I catch you looking at me.
You smile. You wink.
Ever so often, you catch me looking at her.
I smile. I wink.
You touch my hand. I back away.
I touch her hand. She backs away.
You offer yourself to me. I refuse.
I offer myself to her. She refuses.
You ask why. I&#8217;m not interested.
I ask why. She&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>White Pants</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/22/white-pants/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/22/white-pants/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 07:50:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[White Pants]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Your legs, your torso, your hair, your face, my eyes,
I try not to look at you so often.
You speak to me, I try not to blush.
You touch me, I try to steady my heart.
Feelings swell.
Not a violent bone in my body,
But when you are flirting with another,
I wish nothing more than to tear them apart.
I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Midsummer Night&#039;s Wet Dream</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/21/a-midsummer-nights-wet-dream/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/21/a-midsummer-nights-wet-dream/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 20:05:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[A Midsummer Night's Wet Dream]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[You sit there with your back to me.
I run my finger down your spine,
Gently kiss your neck.
Eyes begin to roll.
Your breath becomes so heavy.
I free your breasts from constraint.
You pull me in.
You throw my shirt away.
Our hips thrust.
You let out a moan.
An explosion wakes me.
My pajamas have been saturated.

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		<title>Fruit Cups</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/14/fruit-cups/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/14/fruit-cups/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 18:30:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Yurij Dobriansky]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Fruit Cups]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Oh how she giggled and smiled,
Her cheeks so red,
As I pressed her fruit cups against my lips.
Such noises, previously unheard,
Had sprung from my oral fixations.
As I pressed her fruit cups further and further,
She began to sing,
claiming she wanted a pickle, a pickle, a pickle.
Our time had come to an end,
After I finished, I went to my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Tasteful Evening</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/10/a-tasteful-evening/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/10/a-tasteful-evening/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 03:41:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[A Tasteful Evening]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[We bump in the street.
We smile. We greet.
You talk to me. I look at you.
You look at me and I talk to you.
Mystification ensues and time disappears,
As do our drinks.
Cigarette smoke. The background blurs.
I glance. You smile.
You walk over and sit on my lap.
A kiss on the lips.
&#8220;Maria&#8221; You whisper into my ear.
Our cheeks brush [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Red Death</title>
		<link>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/08/red-death/</link>
		<comments>http://vorochta5.com/2009/07/08/red-death/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 05:48:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>yumado</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Literary Works]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Red Death]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, I touch myself. Just to see if I&#8217;m awake.
One night, I experienced red death.
Suddenly everything was red.
I was glued to the chair.
I could not rise.
I could not touch myself.
My self had disappeared.
&#8220;Red Death!&#8221; I shouted.
But noone understood.
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