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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Webhead, vandal, art collector and sometimes poet. Whether a provocative thought, a random stream of consciousness or a melancolic surrender, you might just find it here. Huffing on the fumes of this planet since ‘78 and always ready for my last gasp.</description><title>Vincent Roman</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @vincro)</generator><link>http://vincro.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Twenty Three Years</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Long lost but not forgotten.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/18063108322</link><guid>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/18063108322</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 03:29:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Here Again</title><description>&lt;p&gt;4 years and counting, back to the same, from the past and into the future. What&amp;#8217;s the solution, but nothing, Tie me up and send me down. 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Empathy and sympathy, never have and never will trip off the mind and dance the light fantastic.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14988425114</link><guid>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14988425114</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 16:46:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Old Men</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Avaricious old men with the mindset of a school boy, moneyed and yet impoverished in mind, and burdened by the hardship of expenditure and effort.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14967713491</link><guid>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14967713491</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 04:12:06 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Ragtime</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Ragtime not bag time, slinking fingers undress the keyboard and vocals strip the mind bare. Convivial liquor makes one feel slicker and the sun burns the worries away.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14962916404</link><guid>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14962916404</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 01:35:49 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Consumerism</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The hagged tree stands forlorn, the disheveled layers of tinsel wrapping it like a noose whilst presents sit strewn around it, already forgotten and meaningless.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14889937043</link><guid>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14889937043</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2011 19:58:09 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Hillside</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Green tangled lines, linear abstractions, covered shapes, in and of themselves, on curved formulaic dips and ridges; rich hues and silhouettes of which will befall you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14593456535</link><guid>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14593456535</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 20:54:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Vibrations</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Vibrations, proverbial scratchings and forever thoughts.  Of darkness these do fall, and with light they do pass, but of nothing they do.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14563651606</link><guid>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14563651606</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 09:53:25 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Pointless</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14515268053</link><guid>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14515268053</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 12:19:10 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Chlorinated</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Ephemeral sounds, broad spans of arches and pounding wavelengths crash in sine.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14490147144</link><guid>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14490147144</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 21:54:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Abstract Nouns</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Like abstract nouns, chocolate mounds sit.  Cratered and marked with rivulets, these yummy slices await a &amp;#8220;bloody end&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14451713143</link><guid>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14451713143</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 05:55:14 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Flying</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Flying on the edge of a gradient.  No dream time, no order.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14399477257</link><guid>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14399477257</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 06:57:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Sirens</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Beating their way across sun kissed slopes and hanging dead the song of sweet birds chirping.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14379502498</link><guid>http://vincro.tumblr.com/post/14379502498</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 20:01:53 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
