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<eventtime>2016-01-02 12:51:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2016-01-02 17:51:23</logtime>
<subject>Time to Kill the Podcast</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">By Emmit Other</p><p dir="ltr">There is a certain kind of honor<br>To marching to your own invisible drummer<br>To the invisible band<br>That people might assume sounds good<br>Because why else would you dance that hard to it?</p><p dir="ltr">But not all lost causes are created equal<br>And after a year of ups and downs<br>Of new mikes<br>And classes<br>And proxy readers<br>And an award nominated editor<br>When the echo from the bathroom <br>Just makes it sound like crap<br>At some point <br>It just has to die<br>As sad as it makes me<br>Time to turn the lights off<br>And go home</p><p dir="ltr">Damn it.</p>
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<itemid>167874</itemid>
<eventtime>2016-01-22 17:40:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2016-01-22 22:40:36</logtime>
<subject>We Roar</subject>
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<p dir="ltr">Emmit Other and Redwin Tursor</p><p dir="ltr">Ghost of man<br>From a Ghost of a People<br>Who were psuedoghosts<br>Based on the real shadows<br>Chased forever<br>From land to land<br>A journeyman<br>Journeying to Mastery<br>And finally on his way<br>Journeying to Mastery<br>Of the word and the world<br>And all the things in between<br>And there never was a home<br>Since we wouldn't lie<br>And we wouldn't steal someone else's <br>It had to be real<br>Or forever<br>At least we had to find out where <br>But it isn't <br>And it wasn't <br>And it won't be<br>Twenty years in the city of magic<br>Twenty years in the city in the shadow <br>Of the sea<br>Twenty years in the city of towers<br>Where the salsa echoes free<br>A city of ghosts<br>Running from winter<br>Or land that they long since lost<br>One more gbost walks among them<br>Traveled at exceptional cost <br>The world was turning turning turning <br>Grinding crushing bruising bleeding <br>And it would not stop<br>And it could not be stopped <br>And we ran<br>And we moaned<br>And we feared<br>But then we roared<br>And became the gear that ground down<br>The millstone of the world<br>And I said <br>I will not break<br>But you will crumble<br>And will stumble <br>And fall<br>For we are all things dust<br>But I am more than dust<br>But the stuff of the stars <br>And we roared <br>And the wheel began to turn the otherwise way<br>And the water flowering flowed up hill<br>And the world became a safer better place<br>A better place for all.<br>For all.<br>For all.</p>
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