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	<title>Morning Solstice</title>
	<link>http://morning-solstice.tk</link>
	<description>Art by Julie Holden</description>
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		<title>Pedro the Lion</title>
		<description><![CDATA[this week&#8217;s shirt.woot theme is &#8220;band names reinterpreted&#8221;. Pedro the Lion is kind of an emo band, I guess? I don&#8217;t know their music very well (I first heard of them in high school) but c&#8217;mon, it&#8217;s a lion in a sombrero.

voting link.
due to bullshit happening today I have doubts I&#8217;ll be entering the derby [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://morning-solstice.tk/2010/03/pedro-the-lion/</link>
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		<title>Featherhead</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This was supposed to be a shirt design, but I suck at everything, so&#8230; yeah.

I&#8217;ll try not to fail so badly in the future.
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		<link>http://morning-solstice.tk/2010/03/featherhead/</link>
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		<title>Like a River From My Broken Heart</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There will be blood

Flooding from my broken heart&#8230;
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		<link>http://morning-solstice.tk/2010/03/like-a-river/</link>
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		<title>He Ate My Heart</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Jack and Sara. That boy is a monster&#8230;

Where&#8217;d her wings go? That&#8217;s probably a side effect of having your heart eaten. Even if she continued to move autonomously after the fact. Maybe she&#8217;ll grow a new one, or maybe she&#8217;ll just continue living with a hole where her heart should be&#8230;
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		<link>http://morning-solstice.tk/2010/03/he-ate-my-heart/</link>
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		<title>Tired of Sleeping</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Oh Mom, the dreams are not so bad
It&#8217;s just that there&#8217;s so much to do
And I&#8217;m tired of sleeping
Oh Mom, that man he ripped out his lining
He tore out a piece of his body
To show us his &#8220;clean quilted heart&#8221;

Oh Mom, the bird on the string is hanging
Her bones are twisting and dancing
She&#8217;s fighting for [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://morning-solstice.tk/2010/03/tired-of-sleeping/</link>
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		<title>Vacant Gaze</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Drawn with a mouse. It&#8217;s much easier to accept something as imperfect when your process and tools themselves are imperfect&#8230;

haven&#8217;t been feeling real well lately.
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		<link>http://morning-solstice.tk/2010/03/vacant-gaze/</link>
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		<title>Blank Canvas</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Some of you may have noticed a lack of updates, recently. I&#8217;ve been drawing, but whatever little bug in the back of my head has been telling me nothing is good enough to even save, let alone post. So here&#8217;s some Norman Rockwell.

This painting is from 1938, but the sentiment is rather timeless, don&#8217;t you [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://morning-solstice.tk/2010/03/blank-canvas/</link>
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		<title>Unremembered</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Not forgotten; simply unremembered&#8230;

&#8230;if only we could tell ourselves what not to remember, if only we knew what kind of havoc that memory would wreak, what sort of things we&#8217;d be spared from. If only I knew to forget before I knew I&#8217;d remember&#8230;
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		<link>http://morning-solstice.tk/2010/02/unremembered/</link>
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		<title>angel of the morning</title>
		<description><![CDATA[you laughed a wicked laugh and said &#8220;come here let me clip your wings&#8221;

Just call me angel of the morning
Then slowly turn away from me
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		<link>http://morning-solstice.tk/2010/02/angel-of-the-morning/</link>
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		<title>Gymnast</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Step 1: Find photo of gymnast in awkward pose. Step 2: Crop. Step 3: Draw! This is from a photo of Olympic medalist Nastia Liukin.

I could eat negative space for breakfast. delicious.
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		<link>http://morning-solstice.tk/2010/02/gymnast/</link>
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