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	<title>Drunkcyclist.com &#187; Pineapple</title>
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	<description>Two Wheels. One Dark Lord.</description>
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		<title>our reflection pool</title>
		<link>http://drunkcyclist.com/2010/01/05/our-reflection-pool/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 15:29:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pineapple</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Randoms]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[in the last few days it seems that DC has turned into our collective reflection pool. it&#8217;s the world wide web version of that lake in front of the washington monument. we can look at the lake to see what we could see just by picking up our heads, but sometimes we prefer to just<a class="moretag" href="http://drunkcyclist.com/2010/01/05/our-reflection-pool/"> Read the full article...</a>]]></description>
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		<title>yet another use for a dead coyote.</title>
		<link>http://drunkcyclist.com/2009/03/26/yet-another-use-for-a-dead-coyote/</link>
		<comments>http://drunkcyclist.com/2009/03/26/yet-another-use-for-a-dead-coyote/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 02:55:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pineapple</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[- BMX]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Randoms]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://drunkcyclist.com/?p=9737</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[here is a little press about some fellows (and ladies) i used to roll with in STL. seriously, he is right in the middle off bunny hopping a dead coyote. this is where more photos (plus info about the shinanagins at hand (and double plus info about lots more unrelated shinanagins)) can be found and<a class="moretag" href="http://drunkcyclist.com/2009/03/26/yet-another-use-for-a-dead-coyote/"> Read the full article...</a>]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>20</slash:comments>
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		<title>a last ditch effort&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://drunkcyclist.com/2009/02/13/a-last-ditch-effort/</link>
		<comments>http://drunkcyclist.com/2009/02/13/a-last-ditch-effort/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 16:07:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pineapple</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Blatant Propaganda]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://drunkcyclist.com/?p=8861</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[just think what you&#8217;re going to miss john&#8230; courtesy of fiddy, we got a little blanket in a bottle. see you in tucson.]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>14</slash:comments>
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		<title>open letter to big johnny</title>
		<link>http://drunkcyclist.com/2009/01/27/open-letter-to-big-johnny/</link>
		<comments>http://drunkcyclist.com/2009/01/27/open-letter-to-big-johnny/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 15:43:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pineapple</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Cycling]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://drunkcyclist.com/?p=8057</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[dear big john&#8230; i used to have so much respect for you (and by &#8220;so much respect&#8221; i mean very little respect), but after our recent communication all the respect is gone. when i sent you that message asking &#8220;what are your plans for the old pueblo&#8221; you responded with nothing. then, when i pressed<a class="moretag" href="http://drunkcyclist.com/2009/01/27/open-letter-to-big-johnny/"> Read the full article...</a>]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>19</slash:comments>
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		<title>poem for Thursday&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/08/27/poem-for-thursday-11/</link>
		<comments>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/08/27/poem-for-thursday-11/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pineapple</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[- Poetry & Prose]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The Wagon I sat in the front seat, she was driving. On a small back road we passed an Idaho farm. Mostly dust now, and sparce brown grass. There was a broken, withered wagon abandoned in the front yard. Now midday sun blasting the shadows out, just gone in the brightness. Every crack and busted<a class="moretag" href="http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/08/27/poem-for-thursday-11/"> Read the full article...</a>]]></description>
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		<title>looker.</title>
		<link>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/08/09/looker/</link>
		<comments>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/08/09/looker/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 18:56:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pineapple</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Cycling]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://drunkcyclist.com/wordpress/?p=2666</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[hey jaun, quit looking at my boner, it makes me feel uncomfortable. this picture was taken on my recent trip to fossil creek. i was in Flagstaff on my week off and the wonderful wife and i spent some days down by the river. i am heading back on the road today, more posts to<a class="moretag" href="http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/08/09/looker/"> Read the full article...</a>]]></description>
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		<title>poem for thursday.</title>
		<link>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/07/23/poem-for-thursday-10/</link>
		<comments>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/07/23/poem-for-thursday-10/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 06:50:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pineapple</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[- Poetry & Prose]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Nowhere to be. The crowd is closing in, grouping like a stockyard. Elbows are bumping, some hand grazed my hip. The air is getting thicker, and stale. Breathing, labored. I&#8217;m close to panting. My palms are sweating, more than my armpits. I keep wiping them on the front of my jeans. The pocket seams are<a class="moretag" href="http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/07/23/poem-for-thursday-10/"> Read the full article...</a>]]></description>
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		<title>things are good&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/07/22/things-are-good/</link>
		<comments>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/07/22/things-are-good/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pineapple</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Life]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ i have been busy.  i drive around a lot and do my best to make people happy (or at least not mad), and i dont get hair cuts (that is turning out to be a big problem, my hair looks terrible (and by that i mean more terrible than usual)).  and most of all i<a class="moretag" href="http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/07/22/things-are-good/"> Read the full article...</a>]]></description>
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		<title>citrawipe. from heaven or hell?</title>
		<link>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/05/28/citrawipe-from-heaven-or-hell/</link>
		<comments>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/05/28/citrawipe-from-heaven-or-hell/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 04:08:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pineapple</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[- Product Review]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[- Rants]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[- Where's Randy?]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://drunkcyclist.com/wordpress/?p=1763</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[jaun grande and i were sitting around over at drunk-cyclist HQ when we heard the familiar sound of the postman. we looked at each other and immediatly the anticipation of what lay in the black metal box at the curb covered the both of us in goose-pimples. there was a padded envelope inside, and inside<a class="moretag" href="http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/05/28/citrawipe-from-heaven-or-hell/"> Read the full article...</a>]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>6</slash:comments>
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		<title>poem for thursday</title>
		<link>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/04/09/poem-for-thursday-8/</link>
		<comments>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/04/09/poem-for-thursday-8/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 05:29:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pineapple</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[- Poetry & Prose]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://drunkcyclist.com/wordpress/?p=1593</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Signature Move I went home for a funeral. My Grandfather just died, and the weekend was going to be difficult. Troy thought it might cheer me up. Sure he was 50 and fat and his tan looked cancerous, but it really was Snuka, grinding it out for Midwest Renegade Wrestling. After a few under cards<a class="moretag" href="http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/04/09/poem-for-thursday-8/"> Read the full article...</a>]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>7</slash:comments>
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		<title>recently i went to austin&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/03/31/recently-i-went-to-austin/</link>
		<comments>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/03/31/recently-i-went-to-austin/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 15:05:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pineapple</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[- Drinking]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Blasters]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[recently the wife and i went to austin to share in the ever so pleasant nuptials of two friends. this is us (mostly me) on the plane at 430am: when you take the red eye you get there early. then you should start drinking. the breakfast (maybe it was a lunch) place didn&#8217;t open until<a class="moretag" href="http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/03/31/recently-i-went-to-austin/"> Read the full article...</a>]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>13</slash:comments>
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		<title>poem for thursday&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/03/28/poem-for-thursday-7/</link>
		<comments>http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/03/28/poem-for-thursday-7/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 16:22:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pineapple</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[- Poetry & Prose]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Sunday Afternoon We were laying in the warm green grass of our backyard. Sort of shaped like a right angle. My hand holding hers gently between our shoulders. Both our elbows crooked and my fingers brushing her hand, barely. Her softness I could smell. “What do you want for dinner?” She casually asked. “I&#8217;ve never<a class="moretag" href="http://drunkcyclist.com/2008/03/28/poem-for-thursday-7/"> Read the full article...</a>]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>6</slash:comments>
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