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<title>Coltan...</title>
<link>http://pwned.com/showblog/3126/godface/Coltan---/</link>
<description>People keep bitching about SONY and coltan and what ever else because some of it comes from the congo where people die over it. SO HERE IS MY RANT!
The world gets most of it's coltan out of Australia. The coltan from the Congo is so much less than what is gotten from the rest of the world! Coltan is used in so many things from hearing aids and pacemakers, to airbags, GPS, ignition systems and anti-lock braking systems and much much more. So to point any fingers squarely at SONY is unfair. Just about any small electronics you use will probably have coltan in it. Why is it my responsibility to make sure the product I'm using wasn't fought over? If it's not coltan it's diamonds if it's not diamonds it's oil and if it's not oil it's gold. It's human nature to want, need, and fight, if it's not one thing it's another. We can't live in a rainbow filled with sugar candy and harp playing angels</description>
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<title>My ex. g/f</title>
<link>http://pwned.com/showblog/2937/godface/My-ex--g-f/</link>
<description>So there I was not to far from the girl of my dreams, but not close enough. I witnessed her gently roll her neck back to adjust her long beautiful locks, and i fell in love with the thick black hair that now protruded from the back of her shirt. Her back hair was like heaven on the back of a black minivan, it looked like a soft brillo pad or maybe a bear rug either one is extremely erotic and it made my mouth water. I attempted to speak but the words only sputtered out, kind of like a ketchup bottle that's running a little low. The language of my body was more like that of a retarded epileptic at a rock concert, I felt incapable of showing my love for her in a sane manner and it consumed me with fear. I was sure I would let this beautiful bison of a woman slip from my now clinched fists. I had to act fast and with a clear mind but now looking back I can see it was impossible with that mu</description>
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<title>Hmmm.</title>
<link>http://pwned.com/showblog/2935/godface/Hmmm-/</link>
<description>the first thing you will notice when you read this is that my spelling
may be off and i dont know my grammar from my asshole but dont let that
stop you from reading what i have to say even though you probably cant
read it due to the very long run on sentences well sentence or is it
even a sentence who knows right but keep reading anywaysi seen
something once so horrible and vile that it would be a sin not to tell
anyone or maybe it is just this awkward guilt trapped inside me that i
need to let out or maybe it is neither and i just would like to share
this brief but somewhat not so brief horrible vile thing that i once
saw with youdont even try to guess what it is because it would
be quiet impossible i assure you but that shouldnt deter you from
reading on to find out what this horrible vile thing that would be
impossible for you to guess isit started when i was born before
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