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	<title>Comments on: The Loss</title>
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	<description>The personal slash literary journal of Phillip Kimpo Jr, aka the Corsarius. Poetry, fiction, essays, vignettes, and more.</description>
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		<title>By: ia</title>
		<link>http://blog.corsarius.net/2005/01/30/the-loss/#comment-119</link>
		<dc:creator>ia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2005 09:44:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You lie!!

Yeah, like I've seen your mind.

Basahin mo na lang as this: ang fishing mo! Heh.

If what I've seen isn't powerful, and empathic, I don't know what is. Well, that's a cliche but I don't know how else to put it right now.

Lose the power of your soul you did not. Weakened, perhaps. Asleep like a dragon, perhaps. Hidden like the bigger part of an iceberg, perhaps.

You will always be you. Even with change.

You've move on, have you not?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You lie!!</p>
<p>Yeah, like I&#8217;ve seen your mind.</p>
<p>Basahin mo na lang as this: ang fishing mo! Heh.</p>
<p>If what I&#8217;ve seen isn&#8217;t powerful, and empathic, I don&#8217;t know what is. Well, that&#8217;s a cliche but I don&#8217;t know how else to put it right now.</p>
<p>Lose the power of your soul you did not. Weakened, perhaps. Asleep like a dragon, perhaps. Hidden like the bigger part of an iceberg, perhaps.</p>
<p>You will always be you. Even with change.</p>
<p>You&#8217;ve move on, have you not?</p>
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		<title>By: kuya</title>
		<link>http://blog.corsarius.net/2005/01/30/the-loss/#comment-118</link>
		<dc:creator>kuya</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2005 02:01:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Corsarius</title>
		<link>http://blog.corsarius.net/2005/01/30/the-loss/#comment-117</link>
		<dc:creator>Corsarius</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2005 09:53:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[typo in my previous comment]

to jonas: you know, that's the reason why when someone tells me I write good, I'm quite unresponsive. yes, i'm glad, flattered even, but i still have this weird gut feeling telling me that i could've written better.

better..because when I write, something is lacking. unlike in the years past, when I can stay up all night long in a furious assault on the keyboard, now it all comes in spurts. most of the time i am uninspired, a stark contrast to the past, when pain fueled my creativity.

again, true writing isn't forced, true poetry isn't a trickle.</description>
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<p>to jonas: you know, that&#8217;s the reason why when someone tells me I write good, I&#8217;m quite unresponsive. yes, i&#8217;m glad, flattered even, but i still have this weird gut feeling telling me that i could&#8217;ve written better.</p>
<p>better..because when I write, something is lacking. unlike in the years past, when I can stay up all night long in a furious assault on the keyboard, now it all comes in spurts. most of the time i am uninspired, a stark contrast to the past, when pain fueled my creativity.</p>
<p>again, true writing isn&#8217;t forced, true poetry isn&#8217;t a trickle.</p>
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		<title>By: Corsarius</title>
		<link>http://blog.corsarius.net/2005/01/30/the-loss/#comment-116</link>
		<dc:creator>Corsarius</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2005 09:44:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: kuya</title>
		<link>http://blog.corsarius.net/2005/01/30/the-loss/#comment-115</link>
		<dc:creator>kuya</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2005 09:32:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>"But it is all a lie."

Damn! I 'hate' you!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;But it is all a lie.&#8221;</p>
<p>Damn! I &#8216;hate&#8217; you!</p>
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		<title>By: Corsarius</title>
		<link>http://blog.corsarius.net/2005/01/30/the-loss/#comment-114</link>
		<dc:creator>Corsarius</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2005 06:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>yep, you're right about that, transience. sakto.

you know, i think i've not shed a tear for so many months now...and during that period, i've come up with lackluster writing. the creativity -- the passion -- were all seemingly flushed down the john. 

hey, thank you very much for dropping by again :D</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>yep, you&#8217;re right about that, transience. sakto.</p>
<p>you know, i think i&#8217;ve not shed a tear for so many months now&#8230;and during that period, i&#8217;ve come up with lackluster writing. the creativity &#8212; the passion &#8212; were all seemingly flushed down the john. </p>
<p>hey, thank you very much for dropping by again :D</p>
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		<title>By: transience</title>
		<link>http://blog.corsarius.net/2005/01/30/the-loss/#comment-113</link>
		<dc:creator>transience</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>funny thing about pain. it fuels your writing more than anything can. because pain takes a life of its own, you don't need to define it. you can pick out the words to describe it (and it almost always isn't enough), but the reader can pick up on the vibe because &lt;EM&gt;pain is as elemental as the earth we walk on.&lt;/EM&gt; we are born into this world feeding off pain. from the darkness, from blood-sweat-tears, we emerge into light, and we cry. pain.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>funny thing about pain. it fuels your writing more than anything can. because pain takes a life of its own, you don&#8217;t need to define it. you can pick out the words to describe it (and it almost always isn&#8217;t enough), but the reader can pick up on the vibe because <em>pain is as elemental as the earth we walk on.</em> we are born into this world feeding off pain. from the darkness, from blood-sweat-tears, we emerge into light, and we cry. pain.</p>
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