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		<title>A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[A Modest Proposal for preventing the children of poor people in Ireland, from being a burden on their parents or country, and for making them beneficial to the publick (1729)

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It is a melancholy object to those, who walk through this great town, or travel in the country, when they see the streets, the roads and cabbin-doors crowded with beggars of the female sex, followed by three, four, or six children, all in rags, and importuning every passenger for an alms. These mothers instead of being able to work for their honest livelihood, are forced to employ all their time in stroling to beg sustenance for their helpless infants who, as they grow up, either turn thieves for want of work, or leave their dear native country, to fight for the Pretender in Spain, or sell themselves to the Barbadoes.</p>
<p>I think it is agreed by all parties, that this prodigious number of children in the arms, or on the backs, or at the heels of their mothers, and frequently of their fathers, is in the present deplorable state of the kingdom, a very great additional grievance; and therefore whoever could find out a fair, cheap and easy method of making these children sound and useful members of the common-wealth, would deserve so well of the publick, as to have his statue set up for a preserver of the nation.<span id="more-221"></span></p>
<p>But my intention is very far from being confined to provide only for the children of professed beggars: it is of a much greater extent, and shall take in the whole number of infants at a certain age, who are born of parents in effect as little able to support them, as those who demand our charity in the streets.</p>
<p>As to my own part, having turned my thoughts for many years, upon this important subject, and maturely weighed the several schemes of our projectors, I have always found them grossly mistaken in their computation. It is true, a child just dropt from its dam, may be supported by her milk, for a solar year, with little other nourishment: at most not above the value of two shillings, which the mother may certainly get, or the value in scraps, by her lawful occupation of begging; and it is exactly at one year old that I propose to provide for them in such a manner, as, instead of being a charge upon their parents, or the parish, or wanting food and raiment for the rest of their lives, they shall, on the contrary, contribute to the feeding, and partly to the cloathing of many thousands.</p>
<p>There is likewise another great advantage in my scheme, that it will prevent those voluntary abortions, and that horrid practice of women murdering their bastard children, alas! too frequent among us, sacrificing the poor innocent babes, I doubt, more to avoid the expence than the shame, which would move tears and pity in the most savage and inhuman breast.</p>
<p>The number of souls in this kingdom being usually reckoned one million and a half, of these I calculate there may be about two hundred thousand couple whose wives are breeders; from which number I subtract thirty thousand couple, who are able to maintain their own children, (although I apprehend there cannot be so many, under the present distresses of the kingdom) but this being granted, there will remain an hundred and seventy thousand breeders. I again subtract fifty thousand, for those women who miscarry, or whose children die by accident or disease within the year. There only remain an hundred and twenty thousand children of poor parents annually born. The question therefore is, How this number shall be reared, and provided for? which, as I have already said, under the present situation of affairs, is utterly impossible by all the methods hitherto proposed. For we can neither employ them in handicraft or agriculture; we neither build houses, (I mean in the country) nor cultivate land: they can very seldom pick up a livelihood by stealing till they arrive at six years old; except where they are of towardly parts, although I confess they learn the rudiments much earlier; during which time they can however be properly looked upon only as probationers: As I have been informed by a principal gentleman in the county of Cavan, who protested to me, that he never knew above one or two instances under the age of six, even in a part of the kingdom so renowned for the quickest proficiency in that art.</p>
<p>I am assured by our merchants, that a boy or a girl before twelve years old, is no saleable commodity, and even when they come to this age, they will not yield above three pounds, or three pounds and half a crown at most, on the exchange; which cannot turn to account either to the parents or kingdom, the charge of nutriments and rags having been at least four times that value.</p>
<p>I shall now therefore humbly propose my own thoughts, which I hope will not be liable to the least objection.</p>
<p>I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a young healthy child well nursed, is, at a year old, a most delicious nourishing and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricasie, or a ragoust.</p>
<p>I do therefore humbly offer it to publick consideration, that of the hundred and twenty thousand children, already computed, twenty thousand may be reserved for breed, whereof only one fourth part to be males; which is more than we allow to sheep, black cattle, or swine, and my reason is, that these children are seldom the fruits of marriage, a circumstance not much regarded by our savages, therefore, one male will be sufficient to serve four females. That the remaining hundred thousand may, at a year old, be offered in sale to the persons of quality and fortune, through the kingdom, always advising the mother to let them suck plentifully in the last month, so as to render them plump, and fat for a good table. A child will make two dishes at an entertainment for friends, and when the family dines alone, the fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish, and seasoned with a little pepper or salt, will be very good boiled on the fourth day, especially in winter.</p>
<p>I have reckoned upon a medium, that a child just born will weigh 12 pounds, and in a solar year, if tolerably nursed, encreaseth to 28 pounds.</p>
<p>I grant this food will be somewhat dear, and therefore very proper for landlords, who, as they have already devoured most of the parents, seem to have the best title to the children.</p>
<p>Infant&#8217;s flesh will be in season throughout the year, but more plentiful in March, and a little before and after; for we are told by a grave author, an eminent French physician, that fish being a prolifick dyet, there are more children born in Roman Catholick countries about nine months after Lent, the markets will be more glutted than usual, because the number of Popish infants, is at least three to one in this kingdom, and therefore it will have one other collateral advantage, by lessening the number of Papists among us.</p>
<p>I have already computed the charge of nursing a beggar&#8217;s child (in which list I reckon all cottagers, labourers, and four-fifths of the farmers) to be about two shillings per annum, rags included; and I believe no gentleman would repine to give ten shillings for the carcass of a good fat child, which, as I have said, will make four dishes of excellent nutritive meat, when he hath only some particular friend, or his own family to dine with him. Thus the squire will learn to be a good landlord, and grow popular among his tenants, the mother will have eight shillings neat profit, and be fit for work till she produces another child.</p>
<p>Those who are more thrifty (as I must confess the times require) may flea the carcass; the skin of which, artificially dressed, will make admirable gloves for ladies, and summer boots for fine gentlemen.</p>
<p>As to our City of Dublin, shambles may be appointed for this purpose, in the most convenient parts of it, and butchers we may be assured will not be wanting; although I rather recommend buying the children alive, and dressing them hot from the knife, as we do roasting pigs.</p>
<p>A very worthy person, a true lover of his country, and whose virtues I highly esteem, was lately pleased, in discoursing on this matter, to offer a refinement upon my scheme. He said, that many gentlemen of this kingdom, having of late destroyed their deer, he conceived that the want of venison might be well supply&#8217;d by the bodies of young lads and maidens, not exceeding fourteen years of age, nor under twelve; so great a number of both sexes in every country being now ready to starve for want of work and service: And these to be disposed of by their parents if alive, or otherwise by their nearest relations. But with due deference to so excellent a friend, and so deserving a patriot, I cannot be altogether in his sentiments; for as to the males, my American acquaintance assured me from frequent experience, that their flesh was generally tough and lean, like that of our school-boys, by continual exercise, and their taste disagreeable, and to fatten them would not answer the charge. Then as to the females, it would, I think, with humble submission, be a loss to the publick, because they soon would become breeders themselves: And besides, it is not improbable that some scrupulous people might be apt to censure such a practice, (although indeed very unjustly) as a little bordering upon cruelty, which, I confess, hath always been with me the strongest objection against any project, how well soever intended.</p>
<p>But in order to justify my friend, he confessed, that this expedient was put into his head by the famous Salmanaazor, a native of the island Formosa, who came from thence to London, above twenty years ago, and in conversation told my friend, that in his country, when any young person happened to be put to death, the executioner sold the carcass to persons of quality, as a prime dainty; and that, in his time, the body of a plump girl of fifteen, who was crucified for an attempt to poison the Emperor, was sold to his imperial majesty&#8217;s prime minister of state, and other great mandarins of the court in joints from the gibbet, at four hundred crowns. Neither indeed can I deny, that if the same use were made of several plump young girls in this town, who without one single groat to their fortunes, cannot stir abroad without a chair, and appear at a play-house and assemblies in foreign fineries which they never will pay for; the kingdom would not be the worse.</p>
<p>Some persons of a desponding spirit are in great concern about that vast number of poor people, who are aged, diseased, or maimed; and I have been desired to employ my thoughts what course may be taken, to ease the nation of so grievous an incumbrance. But I am not in the least pain upon that matter, because it is very well known, that they are every day dying, and rotting, by cold and famine, and filth, and vermin, as fast as can be reasonably expected. And as to the young labourers, they are now in almost as hopeful a condition. They cannot get work, and consequently pine away from want of nourishment, to a degree, that if at any time they are accidentally hired to common labour, they have not strength to perform it, and thus the country and themselves are happily delivered from the evils to come.</p>
<p>I have too long digressed, and therefore shall return to my subject. I think the advantages by the proposal which I have made are obvious and many, as well as of the highest importance.</p>
<p>For first, as I have already observed, it would greatly lessen the number of Papists, with whom we are yearly over-run, being the principal breeders of the nation, as well as our most dangerous enemies, and who stay at home on purpose with a design to deliver the kingdom to the Pretender, hoping to take their advantage by the absence of so many good Protestants, who have chosen rather to leave their country, than stay at home and pay tithes against their conscience to an episcopal curate.</p>
<p>Secondly, The poorer tenants will have something valuable of their own, which by law may be made liable to a distress, and help to pay their landlord&#8217;s rent, their corn and cattle being already seized, and money a thing unknown.</p>
<p>Thirdly, Whereas the maintainance of an hundred thousand children, from two years old, and upwards, cannot be computed at less than ten shillings a piece per annum, the nation&#8217;s stock will be thereby encreased fifty thousand pounds per annum, besides the profit of a new dish, introduced to the tables of all gentlemen of fortune in the kingdom, who have any refinement in taste. And the money will circulate among our selves, the goods being entirely of our own growth and manufacture.</p>
<p>Fourthly, The constant breeders, besides the gain of eight shillings sterling per annum by the sale of their children, will be rid of the charge of maintaining them after the first year.</p>
<p>Fifthly, This food would likewise bring great custom to taverns, where the vintners will certainly be so prudent as to procure the best receipts for dressing it to perfection; and consequently have their houses frequented by all the fine gentlemen, who justly value themselves upon their knowledge in good eating; and a skilful cook, who understands how to oblige his guests, will contrive to make it as expensive as they please.</p>
<p>Sixthly, This would be a great inducement to marriage, which all wise nations have either encouraged by rewards, or enforced by laws and penalties. It would encrease the care and tenderness of mothers towards their children, when they were sure of a settlement for life to the poor babes, provided in some sort by the publick, to their annual profit instead of expence. We should soon see an honest emulation among the married women, which of them could bring the fattest child to the market. Men would become as fond of their wives, during the time of their pregnancy, as they are now of their mares in foal, their cows in calf, or sow when they are ready to farrow; nor offer to beat or kick them (as is too frequent a practice) for fear of a miscarriage.</p>
<p>Many other advantages might be enumerated. For instance, the addition of some thousand carcasses in our exportation of barrel&#8217;d beef: the propagation of swine&#8217;s flesh, and improvement in the art of making good bacon, so much wanted among us by the great destruction of pigs, too frequent at our tables; which are no way comparable in taste or magnificence to a well grown, fat yearly child, which roasted whole will make a considerable figure at a Lord Mayor&#8217;s feast, or any other publick entertainment. But this, and many others, I omit, being studious of brevity.</p>
<p>Supposing that one thousand families in this city, would be constant customers for infants flesh, besides others who might have it at merry meetings, particularly at weddings and christenings, I compute that Dublin would take off annually about twenty thousand carcasses; and the rest of the kingdom (where probably they will be sold somewhat cheaper) the remaining eighty thousand.</p>
<p>I can think of no one objection, that will possibly be raised against this proposal, unless it should be urged, that the number of people will be thereby much lessened in the kingdom. This I freely own, and &#8217;twas indeed one principal design in offering it to the world. I desire the reader will observe, that I calculate my remedy for this one individual Kingdom of Ireland, and for no other that ever was, is, or, I think, ever can be upon Earth. Therefore let no man talk to me of other expedients: Of taxing our absentees at five shillings a pound: Of using neither cloaths, nor houshold furniture, except what is of our own growth and manufacture: Of utterly rejecting the materials and instruments that promote foreign luxury: Of curing the expensiveness of pride, vanity, idleness, and gaming in our women: Of introducing a vein of parsimony, prudence and temperance: Of learning to love our country, wherein we differ even from Laplanders, and the inhabitants of Topinamboo: Of quitting our animosities and factions, nor acting any longer like the Jews, who were murdering one another at the very moment their city was taken: Of being a little cautious not to sell our country and consciences for nothing: Of teaching landlords to have at least one degree of mercy towards their tenants. Lastly, of putting a spirit of honesty, industry, and skill into our shop-keepers, who, if a resolution could now be taken to buy only our native goods, would immediately unite to cheat and exact upon us in the price, the measure, and the goodness, nor could ever yet be brought to make one fair proposal of just dealing, though often and earnestly invited to it.</p>
<p>Therefore I repeat, let no man talk to me of these and the like expedients, &#8217;till he hath at least some glympse of hope, that there will ever be some hearty and sincere attempt to put them into practice.</p>
<p>But, as to my self, having been wearied out for many years with offering vain, idle, visionary thoughts, and at length utterly despairing of success, I fortunately fell upon this proposal, which, as it is wholly new, so it hath something solid and real, of no expence and little trouble, full in our own power, and whereby we can incur no danger in disobliging England. For this kind of commodity will not bear exportation, and flesh being of too tender a consistence, to admit a long continuance in salt, although perhaps I could name a country, which would be glad to eat up our whole nation without it.</p>
<p>After all, I am not so violently bent upon my own opinion, as to reject any offer, proposed by wise men, which shall be found equally innocent, cheap, easy, and effectual. But before something of that kind shall be advanced in contradiction to my scheme, and offering a better, I desire the author or authors will be pleased maturely to consider two points. First, As things now stand, how they will be able to find food and raiment for a hundred thousand useless mouths and backs. And secondly, There being a round million of creatures in humane figure throughout this kingdom, whose whole subsistence put into a common stock, would leave them in debt two million of pounds sterling, adding those who are beggars by profession, to the bulk of farmers, cottagers and labourers, with their wives and children, who are beggars in effect; I desire those politicians who dislike my overture, and may perhaps be so bold to attempt an answer, that they will first ask the parents of these mortals, whether they would not at this day think it a great happiness to have been sold for food at a year old, in the manner I prescribe, and thereby have avoided such a perpetual scene of misfortunes, as they have since gone through, by the oppression of landlords, the impossibility of paying rent without money or trade, the want of common sustenance, with neither house nor cloaths to cover them from the inclemencies of the weather, and the most inevitable prospect of intailing the like, or greater miseries, upon their breed for ever.</p>
<p>I profess, in the sincerity of my heart, that I have not the least personal interest in endeavouring to promote this necessary work, having no other motive than the publick good of my country, by advancing our trade, providing for infants, relieving the poor, and giving some pleasure to the rich. I have no children, by which I can propose to get a single penny; the youngest being nine years old, and my wife past child-bearing.</p>
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		<title>A Wax Letter</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 23:49:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A  Wax Letter

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<p>Sitting in front of the paper under the candle light, the wax is almost already fully melted and I cannot come with any words to write down with my plume. My window lets the bright light of the moon come in and the wind outside blows the leaves of the trees like in a magical spiral stairwell to the moon.  The blank paper still without words and probably will stay like that for a while.  I hope you understand what I am going through.  I still remember your soft fingers all over my body and your sweet voice whispering into my ear my name.</p>
<p>Countless times I have tried to write you this letter and I never know where to begin, I can’t find the words to say to your clear and bright eyes that still linger in my soul. Life is full of passions and I do not need to give you explanations, you know me well enough.</p>
<p>Your kisses still fresh on my body and my soul does not understand why you are not here anymore; it aches for you.</p>
<p>There is nothing in the world that can cure this illness of love. You are everything I want and I know you are everything I want. The universe dictates that we must be together, but your family does not. I could care less but I care because you care.</p>
<p>I will send this wordless letter to you with my soul poured into it. You will know what it means. Goodbye my love and so long my precious.</p>
<p>Sincerely,</p>
<p>Your Anonymous Lover</p>
<p><em>Note: First draft of experimenting with the voice of a letter within a short-short story without any context. Feedback appreciated.</em></p>
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		<title>The Wonderful Woman</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 04:50:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Wonderful Woman

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Every morning she takes her kids down to the train station, running to reach the train as it is leaving and getting her kids on the back of the train to send them off. At midday she returns to the station to pick up her kids that most of the time are pissed about something and tired that they make their mom carry the bags and whatever is in their hands.</p>
<p>Her house-work tires her and she is unemployed. She is an incredible woman. As anyone that is unemployed she has looked for a job tireless but there are not a lot of jobs that she is qualified for. With only a middle school degree and 10<sup>th</sup> grade education there is nothing much she can do.</p>
<p>I have always admitted her from the distance, but today she is coming towards me with her average body figure and bad haircut. She smiles and points her soul towards me, I feel dreaming then she puts a knife against my chest. I do as she commands. I raise my hands and she picks my pockets; takes out my cellphone and wallet. She smiles and runs away. That was the last time I saw that incredible woman.</p>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 04:47:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Under the Bed

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<p>Luke’s mother has always avoided talking about the brown traveling case that is under the bed. Whenever she cleans up under the bed, Luke always asks her what is inside the case but she just changes the subject and moves on.  She always keeps the little golden key that opens the case around her neck and never takes it off unless when she showers. Luke has made many attempts to get the key but he never gets it.</p>
<p>Today, his aunt, Mary, and cousin, Laura, are visiting them. Laura is thirteen just like Luke is. She is a little taller than and she has always made fun of how short he is. “Hey you still the short one” Laura says putting her hand on top of Luke’s head and showing him that he just reaches where her nose is.<span id="more-197"></span></p>
<p>“You know that guys grow a little slower and someday I will be taller than you!” he says and runs off to the living room. Her aunt and mom stay on the kitchen getting ready to go out and shop the presents for Christmas. Luke’s mother goes to the living room and says farewell to Luke and Laura. She tells them to be good and that they are going to be back soon. Luke sees as her mother puts the golden key on the key tray where her mother has all the keys on.</p>
<p>“Quickly come!” he yells to Laura that is watching T.V.</p>
<p>“What is it?”</p>
<p>“I think I see the key that opens the case!”</p>
<p>Laura runs to where Luke is and looks down into the key tray; among all the brown keys he sees the little golden key. She looks into Luke’s bright brown eyes and in smile that reminds her when they were little and they used to sneak into their grandmother bedroom and play with her sewing machine. But, one hot summer afternoon Luke was pedaling the old sewing machine as usual when they heard something break and the pedal just stopped moving.  That afternoon during dinner they did not say a word to their grandmother or anyone. But that night their grandmother found out and called them into her room.  Laura remembers clearly how her grandmother spoke to them in a serious and firm tone. She felt like many swords were pitching her skin to every word her grandmother said.  “Leave the key where it is or we might get in trouble.”</p>
<p>“Since, when are you afraid to get in trouble?” Luke asks and grabs the key from the tray. Laura sighs and follows him up to her aunt room.  The room is bright with the sun shining into the blue mosaic floor, and it smells like roses. She sees as Luke emerges from under the bed with the big brown case.</p>
<p>Luke puts the case on top of the neatly made bed and takes the key out of his pants. Laura’s heart beats fast and her hands begin to sweat and she tries to listen to every sound that might indicate that her aunt and mom came back. She closes her eyes when Luke inserts the key to open the case. When she hears the click of the case opening she opens her eyes.</p>
<p>In front of them the big brown case is opened and inside it there are neatly made rows of VHS tapes and some BETA tapes as well. To the right there is a pair of folded bed sheets stained in what seems like dried blood. The smell that is coming from the case is that of dried rose petals and humid clothes. Laura and Luke quickly try to close the case but it is not closing, not matter what they try they are not able to close it. They hear a car parking into the garage and they quickly put the case under the bed and they feel their hearts almost coming out of their chest. Laura runs to the door and Luke gets under the bed trying to put the case where it was.  They quickly run to the living room and turn on the T.V. and pretend to be watching the Shopping channel when Laura’s mom and aunt enter the house.</p>
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		<title>The Imperfect Enjoyment</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 01:52:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joaquine</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Imperfect Enjoyment
John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester

Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms,
I filled with love, and she all over charms;
Both equally inspired with eager fire,
Melting through kindness, flaming in desire.
With arms, legs, lips close clinging to embrace, [5]
She clips me to her breast, and sucks me to her face.
Her nimble tongue, Love&#8217;s lesser [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h2 style="text-align: center;">The Imperfect Enjoyment</h2>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester</em><br />
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Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms,<br />
I filled with love, and she all over charms;<br />
Both equally inspired with eager fire,<br />
Melting through kindness, flaming in desire.<br />
With arms, legs, lips close clinging to embrace, [5]<span id="more-191"></span><br />
She clips me to her breast, and sucks me to her face.<br />
Her nimble tongue, Love&#8217;s lesser lightening, played<br />
Within my mouth, and to my thoughts conveyed<br />
Swift orders that I should prepare to throw<br />
The all-dissolving thunderbolt below. [10]<br />
My fluttering soul, sprung with the painted kiss,<br />
Hangs hovering o&#8217;er her balmy brinks of bliss.<br />
But whilst her busy hand would guide that part<br />
Which should convey my soul up to her heart,<br />
In liquid raptures I dissolve all o&#8217;er, [15]<br />
Melt into sperm, and spend at every pore.<br />
A touch from any part of her had done&#8217;t:<br />
Her hand, her foot, her very look&#8217;s a cunt.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Smiling, she chides in a kind murmuring noise,<br />
And from her body wipes the clammy joys, [20]<br />
When, with a thousand kisses wandering o&#8217;er<br />
My panting bosom, &#8220;Is there then no more?&#8221;<br />
She cries. &#8220;All this to love and rapture&#8217;s due;<br />
Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too?&#8221;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">But I, the most forlorn, lost man alive, [25]<br />
To show my wished obedience vainly strive:<br />
I sigh, alas! and kiss, but cannot swive.<br />
Eager desires confound my first intent,<br />
Succeeding shame does more success prevent,<br />
And rage at last confirms me impotent. [30]<br />
Ev&#8217;n her fair hand, which might bid heat return<br />
To frozen age, and make cold hermits burn,<br />
Applied to my dead cinder, warms no more<br />
Than fire to ashes could past flames restore.<br />
Trembling, confused, despairing, limber, dry, [35]<br />
A wishing, weak, unmoving lump I lie.<br />
This dart of love, whose piercing point, oft tried,<br />
With virgin blood ten thousand maids have dyed;<br />
Which nature still directed with such art<br />
That it through every cunt reached every heart — [40]<br />
Stiffly resolved, &#8216;twould carelessly invade<br />
Woman or man, nor aught its fury stayed:<br />
Where&#8217;er it pierced, a cunt it found or made —<br />
Now languid lies in this unhappy hour,<br />
Shrunk up and sapless like a withered flower. [45]</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Thou treacherous, base deserter of my flame,<br />
False to my passion, fatal to my fame,<br />
Through what mistaken magic dost thou prove<br />
So true to lewdness, so untrue to love?<br />
What oyster-cinder-beggar-common whore [50]<br />
Didst thou e&#8217;er fail in all thy life before?<br />
When vice, disease, and scandal lead the way,<br />
With what officious haste dost thou obey!<br />
Like a rude, roaring hector in the streets<br />
Who scuffles, cuffs, and justles all he meets, [55]<br />
But if his king or country claim his aid,<br />
The rakehell villain shrinks and hides his head;<br />
Ev&#8217;n so thy brutal valour is displayed,<br />
Breaks every stew, does each small whore invade,<br />
But when great Love the onset does command, [60]<br />
Base recreant to thy prince, thou dar&#8217;st not stand.<br />
Worst part of me, and henceforth hated most,<br />
Through all the town a common fucking-post,<br />
On whom each whore relieves her tingling cunt<br />
As hogs do rub themselves on gates and grunt, [65]<br />
May&#8217;st thou to ravenous chancres be a prey,<br />
Or in consuming weepings waste away;<br />
May strangury and stone thy days attend;<br />
May&#8217;st thou ne&#8217;er piss, who did refuse to spend<br />
When all my joys did on false thee depend. [70]</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And may ten thousand abler pricks agree<br />
To do the wronged Corinna right for thee.</p>
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		<title>Relief in Haiti</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2010 18:22:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joaquine</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The tragic Quake that hit Haiti last week still needs our help. I will post a few places where you can donate for the cause.

Source: crs.org
Google Earthquake Relief
http://crs.org/ Catholic Relief Services
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Source: crs.org</p>
<p><a href="http://www.google.com/relief/haitiearthquake/">Google Earthquake Relief</a></p>
<p><a href="http://crs.org/">http://crs.org/</a> Catholic Relief Services</p>
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		<title>Mass Effect 2 Game Classes Videos</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 02:42:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joaquine</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A few videos of the classes of Mass Effect 2 that is coming January 26, 2010 to North America.

Mass Effect 2 &#8211; Vanguard Class Video &#8211; Watch more free videos


Mass Effect 2 Infiltrator Class Trailer &#8211; Watch more Game Trailers

Mass Effect 2 Assassin Trailer &#8211; Watch more Game Trailers

Mass Effect 2 &#8220;Savage&#8221; Trailer &#8211; Watch [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A few videos of the classes of Mass Effect 2 that is coming January 26, 2010 to North America.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.break.com/game-trailers/game/mass-effect-2/mass-effect-2---vanguard-class-video.html?res=1" target="_blank">Mass Effect 2 &#8211; Vanguard Class Video</a> &#8211; Watch more <a href="http://www.break.com" target="_blank">free videos</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.break.com/game-trailers/game/mass-effect-2/mass-effect-2-infiltrator-class-trailer.html" target="_blank">Mass Effect 2 Infiltrator Class Trailer</a> &#8211; Watch more <a href="http://www.break.com/game-trailers/game-trailers.html" target="_blank">Game Trailers</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.break.com/game-trailers/game/mass-effect-2/mass-effect-2-assassin-trailer.html" target="_blank">Mass Effect 2 Assassin Trailer</a> &#8211; Watch more <a href="http://www.break.com/game-trailers/game-trailers.html" target="_blank">Game Trailers</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.break.com/game-trailers/game/mass-effect-2/mass-effect-2-savage-trailer.html" target="_blank">Mass Effect 2 &#8220;Savage&#8221; Trailer</a> &#8211; Watch more <a href="http://www.break.com/game-trailers/game-trailers.html" target="_blank">Game Trailers</a></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.break.com/game-trailers/game/mass-effect-2/mass-effect-2-sentinel-class-video.html" target="_blank">Mass Effect 2 Sentinel Class Video</a> &#8211; Watch more <a href="http://www.break.com/game-trailers/game-trailers.html" target="_blank">Game Trailers</a></span></p>
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		<title>A Diggnation Episode</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 21:25:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joaquine</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today is Monday, and time for a random post. Here is an episode of Diggnation, a video podcast about digg.com stories. You can find more of their episodes in here: http://tv.digg.com/diggnation/

P.S. Episode number 235.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today is Monday, and time for a random post. Here is an episode of Diggnation, a video podcast about digg.com stories. You can find more of their episodes in here:<a href="http://tv.digg.com/diggnation/" target="_self"> http://tv.digg.com/diggnation/</a></p>
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<p>P.S. Episode number 235.</p>
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		<title>Ghost in the Shell and Epic Music.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 04:33:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joaquine</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ghost in the Shell. It is a demonstration of both good music and story writing along side amazing animation and themes. In the OST (Original Soundtrack) of the movie it captures the extreme themes that the movie deals with the human nature and that of robots. Anyways, if you have the time to check it out do.


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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ghost in the Shell. It is a demonstration of both good music and story writing along side amazing animation and themes. In the OST (Original Soundtrack) of the movie it captures the extreme themes that the movie deals with the human nature and that of robots. Anyways, if you have the time to check it out do.<br />
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