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	<title>The D Spot &#187; Gluttony</title>
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		<title>slave to my hormones</title>
		<link>http://coopergrrl.blogsblogsblogs.com/2008/05/27/slave-to-my-hormones/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 01:16:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Gluttony]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lust]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Wrath]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[one minute I am soaring along on my tide of happy wishes and rays of light and the next its like a tidal wave these hormones&#8230; controlling me and bringing me to my knees with sharp pain and inexplicable anger. Don&#8217;t fucking talk to me when I feel like this because I lose my ability [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>one minute I am soaring along on my tide of happy wishes and<br />
rays of light and the next its like<br />
a tidal wave these hormones&#8230;<br />
controlling me and bringing me to my knees with<br />
sharp pain and<br />
inexplicable anger.<br />
Don&#8217;t fucking talk to me when I feel like this because<br />
I lose my ability to contain the truth.<br />
Don&#8217;t you dare say anything that can even be slightly construed<br />
as patronizing<br />
or condescending because<br />
I will jump down your throat before you even draw breath.<br />
I sit and I stew and then get tangled up in<br />
stupid girl-emotions and why<br />
am I crying now, and why<br />
was I so pissy then, and when<br />
will this shit just<br />
freaking<br />
END.<br />
For now the only cure<br />
would be<br />
Dove dark chocolate<br />
and some really<br />
hot<br />
sex.<br />
Oh well. Neither seem to be materializing<br />
and I&#8217;m too pissed off anyway.<br />
Maybe I&#8217;ll feel better tomorrow.</p>
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		<title>I dare you</title>
		<link>http://coopergrrl.blogsblogsblogs.com/2008/05/15/i-dare-you/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 04:30:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Gluttony]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lust]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The bad witch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[The good witch]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[And if I was alone with you right now and if I was able to show you, really show you, what I am capable of. What would you do? I fucking dare you, my love. Drop your defenses, your words, your silences and your clothes. Give me your best, let me give you mine. I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>And if I was alone with you right now<br />
and if I was able to show you,<br />
really show you,<br />
what I am capable of.<br />
What would you do?<br />
I fucking dare you,<br />
my love.<br />
Drop your defenses, your words, your silences and<br />
your clothes.<br />
Give me your best, let me give you mine.<br />
I can let go, I can just be and become who I am<br />
can you say the same?<br />
Again I dare you<br />
strip yourself down to your real self<br />
Screw all the social rules and regulations.<br />
Screw all the limits, there is only possibility.<br />
Give me your best shot baby<br />
Give me a chance is all I ask<br />
I guarantee you haven&#8217;t met anyone quite like me.<br />
I&#8217;ll ask you again, can you walk the fire with me?<br />
Can you let yourself live in the moment alone?<br />
Separate the &#8216;should&#8217; from the &#8216;must&#8217;<br />
Show me the heights and depths of<br />
your lust.<br />
I&#8217;ll climb you like a mountain until you beg<br />
for more and<br />
I&#8217;ll bring you to the edges and back again<br />
Come on baby, just give me a chance.<br />
I dare you.<br />
I fucking dare you.</p>
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		<title>the moral of the story</title>
		<link>http://coopergrrl.blogsblogsblogs.com/2008/04/21/the-moral-of-the-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 20:18:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>D</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Gluttony]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Greed]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Love]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lust]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Quickies]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[So the idea here is that what is morally wrong is not wrong if you don&#8217;t enjoy it, because then you are proving your morals are right. But what if you enjoy what is morally wrong? Then the enjoyment makes it wrong. But you do it anyway. Because you enjoy it. So you can do [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So the idea here is that what is morally wrong is not wrong if you don&#8217;t enjoy it, because then you are proving your morals are right.<br />
But what if you enjoy what is morally wrong?<br />
Then the enjoyment makes it wrong. But you do it anyway. Because you enjoy it.<br />
So you can do whatever you want, as long as you don&#8217;t have fun.<br />
But let&#8217;s face it, the things that are wrong are usually the most fun.<br />
So then the next step is to follow the creed &#8220;An&#8217; it harm none, do what ye will&#8221;<br />
Ok so if you are doing something fun, even tho its wrong, and you aren&#8217;t hurting anyone, then its not wrong.<br />
Sure.<br />
Except that what if you are hurting yourself, by working against your morals?<br />
But are you hurting yourself, if you are having fun? </p>
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