<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><!-- generator="WordPress/2.8.6" -->
<rss version="0.92">
<channel>
	<title>Here, My Dear</title>
	<link>http://blog.unbrokenglass.com</link>
	<description></description>
	<lastBuildDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 20:17:21 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs>
	<language>en</language>
	
	<item>
		<title></title>
		<description>Hello world. 
I want to update, only for some reason I can only access     
Wordpress from my phone, and that will not do. 
 </description>
		<link>http://blog.unbrokenglass.com/?p=52</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title></title>
		<description>Sometimes I go quiet
I put on my shell and let the world carry on without me for a while,
but now I feel the words are streaming out of me, spilling from a boiling pot, lifting up the lid, gushing out.

To release me. so I can fall asleep already.

It's lonely here.
Perfect ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.unbrokenglass.com/?p=46</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title></title>
		<description>It's extremely hard to find that first word, the first one to be spoken out of the darkness.

I look for the words, slowly, like a hunter waiting for its prey, waiting, to follow, to leap, to tear the soft stomach of the silence until hot and thick blood gets the ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.unbrokenglass.com/?p=40</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title></title>
		<description>yarr </description>
		<link>http://blog.unbrokenglass.com/?p=39</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title></title>
		<description>Usually this is the time of year when I vent about the lack of music in my life, and I plan to do so indeed, but first I'll moan a little about all the boxes and the endless, endless packing. It just doesn't stop. So many boxes and I haven't ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.unbrokenglass.com/?p=38</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title></title>
		<description>
I can be silent no longer </description>
		<link>http://blog.unbrokenglass.com/?p=37</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title></title>
		<description>The ultimate conclusion is that social networks are just not for me.

Maybe I don't need too many friends.

Maybe it's the fact that years of (relative) social asceticism and preferring real relationships with close long friends over the virtual world doesn't matter much when you sign it to the socially burdensome ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.unbrokenglass.com/?p=35</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title></title>
		<description>The smell of a child waking up from a good night's sleep, just like fresh rolls from the oven, with the rosy cheeks and the shiny eyes, and all I want to do is to quickly run to get a plastic bag so I can put the air in it, ...</description>
		<link>http://blog.unbrokenglass.com/?p=34</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title></title>
		<description>Now what?

Can't you write something worth reading? 

  </description>
		<link>http://blog.unbrokenglass.com/?p=33</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title></title>
		<description>Who loves you?  

-Mummy.

(the power of brainwash)

 

Who's your Daddy?  

- Mummy.

(a tad confused) </description>
		<link>http://blog.unbrokenglass.com/?p=32</link>
			</item>
</channel>
</rss>
