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Franz Ferdinand; Alice Nine; Coisas assim, Vandalize, Tonight:</span></span><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align: center;">Putz, Mais cansado Que o Previsto; H. P. Lovecraft me Aguarda.</p></p>]]></description>            <pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 02:50:41 +0100</pubDate>        </item>        <item>            <title>The Wet; Blue Dream</title>            <link>http://intermezzo.blogcindario.com/2009/02/00007-the-wet-blue-dream.html</link>            <description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">" Today, I Was ripped Ou From my Deep blue Dream; From M'Formless Jelly fish To Deh Grounded Flesh o'Mine.... 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Things That Happens Once, in A Soaked; Muddy Red Soil..</span>.</span></h3><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="235" src="http://fotos.miarroba.com/fotos/f/d/fd68e2ca.jpg" width="400" /><img border="0" height="231" src="http://fotos.miarroba.com/fotos/4/5/45639857.jpg" width="400" /><img border="0" height="229" src="http://fotos.miarroba.com/fotos/a/8/a800294d.jpg" width="400" /><img border="0" height="239" src="http://fotos.miarroba.com/fotos/9/0/9063723e.jpg" width="400" /><img border="0" height="229" src="http://fotos.miarroba.com/fotos/3/8/381cdf42.jpg" width="400" /><br /></div><br />]]></description>            <pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 13:02:10 +0100</pubDate>        </item>        <item>            <title>Things We All Find; By Diggin' Into Red Soil...</title>            <link>http://intermezzo.blogcindario.com/2009/01/00005-things-we-all-find-by-diggin-into-red-soil.html</link>            <description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="370" src="http://fotos.miarroba.com/fotos/d/8/d81f08f6.jpg" width="369" /></p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;">"Once, It Was Zuubo; Former Master O"Darkness itself..."</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">" So D'iz Is, As Told in Deh late tales of Long Lost Tomes; Deh "Tone O'Darkness", a Gift granted by Deh Most Holy Deities To those able to Unleash deh Thick, Dreadful Breath O'Deh Darkness "</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">Voice O'Zigurat, Bestowed He Was With Deh Holy Light</span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;"></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">None But Deh Unlucky Zuubo, Deh One Bestowed With Such Power... <span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br /></span></span></p>]]></description>            <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 12:32:29 +0100</pubDate>        </item>        <item>            <title>~ Hard To Swallow; Swallowed Red Soil ~</title>            <link>http://intermezzo.blogcindario.com/2008/12/00003-hard-to-swallow-swallowed-red-soil.html</link>            <description><![CDATA[<br /><br />&nbsp;Um dia Como Este, Que N&atilde;o ser&aacute;, nunca, relevante. Um dia que faz diferen&ccedil;a nenhuma, na sucess&atilde;o de Carne Crua de Todos Os Dias;<br /><br /><br />Acordei com O gosto s&oacute;rdido de carne Crua na Boca, Ali&aacute;s; Sabe-l&aacute; que decad&ecirc;ncia estranha minha boca engoliu na noite el&eacute;trica, Imbecil repouso que nada, nada me tira da Cama ainda mais morto que no in&iacute;cio, Sabe Deus o quanto eu odeio a manh&atilde;, aquela sensa&ccedil;&atilde;o est&uacute;pida de um dia s&oacute;lido, inevit&aacute;vel;<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;]]></description>            <pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 13:59:26 +0100</pubDate>        </item>    </channel></rss>