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		By: bellaland		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 23:55:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[just my two cents...but it is far creepier/ominous to hear footsteps echoing down a corridor with the hesitation of a limp coupled with the tap of a cane - and it makes you wonder about the cane itself...and the owner of the limp...how much force of personality he must contain to say &#039;f*** the pain, I will do what I damn well want - this is evidence of living,  living in spite of everything&quot;  it makes the very act of walking a declaration of force of will and character.  
Personally, I go for the limping bikers with canes who have evidence of life over the untested and most likely uninteresting.  
Add to that your inimitable force of personality and determination - and suddenly that definitive gait and accoutrements are now compelling pieces of an already mesmeric person.
...and thank you, hearing that echoing click, tap, slide - click, tap, slide in my head has inspired a writing project.
warm regards!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>just my two cents&#8230;but it is far creepier/ominous to hear footsteps echoing down a corridor with the hesitation of a limp coupled with the tap of a cane &#8211; and it makes you wonder about the cane itself&#8230;and the owner of the limp&#8230;how much force of personality he must contain to say &#8216;f*** the pain, I will do what I damn well want &#8211; this is evidence of living,  living in spite of everything&#8221;  it makes the very act of walking a declaration of force of will and character.<br />
Personally, I go for the limping bikers with canes who have evidence of life over the untested and most likely uninteresting.<br />
Add to that your inimitable force of personality and determination &#8211; and suddenly that definitive gait and accoutrements are now compelling pieces of an already mesmeric person.<br />
&#8230;and thank you, hearing that echoing click, tap, slide &#8211; click, tap, slide in my head has inspired a writing project.<br />
warm regards!</p>
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		By: kytherea1		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 23:14:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I remember the first time I saw you.  My eyes saw your boots first.  There was silver at the ends and something about the way you held yourself that just drew Me.  I just let My eyes travel up your leg and to My surprise, when I got to the face, the eyes were looking right at Me.

I remember biting My bottom lip to keep a full grin from spreading across My face.

I couldn&#039;t get up cuz I was trying to hide the fact that I was stuck in Jack&#039;s ball and chain and didn&#039;t want him to make a deal of it.  I had to get jason to help Me out of it quietly..  lol

I&#039;m glad to see you have decided to take back that part of you that likes to strut his stuff.  It&#039;ll be good for you... and the rest of Us too.

kiss kiss
Ky]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember the first time I saw you.  My eyes saw your boots first.  There was silver at the ends and something about the way you held yourself that just drew Me.  I just let My eyes travel up your leg and to My surprise, when I got to the face, the eyes were looking right at Me.</p>
<p>I remember biting My bottom lip to keep a full grin from spreading across My face.</p>
<p>I couldn&#8217;t get up cuz I was trying to hide the fact that I was stuck in Jack&#8217;s ball and chain and didn&#8217;t want him to make a deal of it.  I had to get jason to help Me out of it quietly..  lol</p>
<p>I&#8217;m glad to see you have decided to take back that part of you that likes to strut his stuff.  It&#8217;ll be good for you&#8230; and the rest of Us too.</p>
<p>kiss kiss<br />
Ky</p>
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