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	<title>Jared R. Byer - Journal &#187; Friday 55</title>
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		<title>Friday 55 Number 11</title>
		<link>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/11/14/friday-55-number-11/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2008 04:15:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jaredrbyer</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friday 55]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[NaBloPoMo '08]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/?p=1200</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The problem with memory he 
said was that you don&#8217;t
get to pick what you
remember. Sure you remember how
much it hurt and how
stupid you felt for doing
it again. But you remember
other things. You remember the
smiles and the laughs. You
remember you loved her and
you hate yourself for it.
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		<title>Friday 55 Number 10</title>
		<link>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/11/07/friday-55-number-10/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2008 02:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jaredrbyer</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friday 55]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[NaBloPoMo '08]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sci Fi]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/?p=1168</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Rocket Ship burning fuel so fast&#8230;.
Up into the night sky it blasts&#8230;.
Lonely the few people on board&#8230;.
Going to die those who stayed behind&#8230;.
Families torn apart across time and space&#8230;.
Long the trip is going to be&#8230;.
The future of humanity at stake&#8230;.
Over the story is not&#8230;.
SciFi All month long!
]]></description>
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		<title>Friday 55 Number 9</title>
		<link>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/05/16/friday-55-number-9/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 21:14:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jaredrbyer</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Alive]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friday 55]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Happy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Healthy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[James]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pain]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Scars]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/?p=245</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[James said the scars were on the inside.
You wouldn&#8217;t be able to tell by looking at him,
how much pain he was in.
He looked happy, he looked healthy,
He looked alive.
Most people never heard him complain.
If you asked how he was he&#8217;d say ok.
However, the scars are on the inside.
]]></description>
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		<title>Friday 55 Number 8</title>
		<link>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/05/09/friday-55-number-8/</link>
		<comments>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/05/09/friday-55-number-8/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 20:38:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jaredrbyer</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Feeling]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friday 55]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hurt]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Lie]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Scars]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/?p=244</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I said I had heard it all before
It is was not a lie, not this time.
I had heard it from her before.
It didn&#8217;t hurt as much the second time.
Scar tissue can do that to you.
One day you stop feeling all together.
Of course I know she was lying this time.
]]></description>
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		<title>Friday 55 Number 7</title>
		<link>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/03/28/friday-55-number-7/</link>
		<comments>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/03/28/friday-55-number-7/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 18:41:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jaredrbyer</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Beethoven]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friday 55]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Music]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ode to Joy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poem]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Song]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/?p=235</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Ode to Joy, its what
they call the song.  It
was a poem to begin
with and Beethoven put it
to music. Of all the
works of all of man,
all the art in all
the world, Ode to Joy
is the pinnacle of human
creation. &#8220;All men will become
brothers Under thy gentle wing.&#8221;
]]></description>
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		<title>Friday 55 Number 6</title>
		<link>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/03/14/friday-55-number-6/</link>
		<comments>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/03/14/friday-55-number-6/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 17:54:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jaredrbyer</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friday 55]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Into the Wild]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Movie]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Sushi]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Winter]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/?p=224</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Winters are rough for us.
It was a cold January when we said goodbye.
She wanted to see a movie the other night.
Into the Wild seems oddly appropriate.
It was a cold November when we said goodbye.
I still owe her a dinner.
Maybe sushi, sushi is always good.
Winters are rough for us.
]]></description>
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		<title>Friday 55 Number 5</title>
		<link>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/03/07/friday-55-number-5/</link>
		<comments>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/03/07/friday-55-number-5/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 18:13:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jaredrbyer</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friday 55]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Happy Numbers]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Math]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/?p=223</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[If the sum of the
squares of the digits after
successive iterations  leave you with
one its, if math is
to be believed, happy. At
the end of the day
any number other than one
is not happy.  However, in
a world dedicated to duality,
a binary world if you
will, all is happy, maybe.
]]></description>
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		<title>Friday 55 Number 4</title>
		<link>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/02/22/friday-55-number-4/</link>
		<comments>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/02/22/friday-55-number-4/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 02:21:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jaredrbyer</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friday 55]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[George]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Good]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hate]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Help]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hurt]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Right and Wrong]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Moral George thought himself to be a moral man.
He knows the boundaries of right and wrong.
He knows how to help the other.
He knows how not to hurt her.
He just doesn&#8217;t know how to make himself do the good.
He hates himself for hurting her
in the past, present and the future.
]]></description>
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		<title>Friday 55 Number 3</title>
		<link>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/02/15/friday-55-number-3/</link>
		<comments>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/02/15/friday-55-number-3/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 18:25:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jaredrbyer</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Ash]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Fire]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friday 55]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Joy]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Pain]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/?p=220</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Times where good and times were bad.  Always she dulled the
senses.  The fire and ash hid her fears.  The fire and
ash dulled the dreadful pains.  The fire and ash crushed the
joys with equal fury.  The fire and ash created someone else
unable to feel the pain, unable to feel the human [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Friday 55 Number 2</title>
		<link>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/02/08/friday-55-number-2/</link>
		<comments>http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/2008/02/08/friday-55-number-2/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 15:07:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jaredrbyer</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friday 55]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friends]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[High School]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.jaredrbyer.com/journal/?p=217</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[old friends they were ten
years ago it was in
high school they met in
high school did they know
each other ten years ago
it was when they drifted
apart not since then did
they talk not since then
had they seen each other
shocked she was when he
shot her&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.
&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.with his camera
]]></description>
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