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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Wed, 10 Mar 2010 11:52:49 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Home</title><subtitle>Home</subtitle><id>http://www.cellarkids.com/home/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.cellarkids.com/home/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.cellarkids.com/home/atom.xml"/><updated>2010-03-09T19:07:19Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Movie Review: The Wolfman</title><category term="At The Movies"/><category term="movie review"/><id>http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/9/movie-review-the-wolfman.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/9/movie-review-the-wolfman.html"/><author><name>I am Wildwood</name></author><published>2010-03-09T19:06:20Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:06:20Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[This film is a very visually attractive movie for those who are interested in blood, fighting, and futuristic special effects. Other than that, the film provides a somewhat predictable plotline and a typical inner love story.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Wave of Cleansing</title><category term="Random"/><id>http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/9/wave-of-cleansing.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/9/wave-of-cleansing.html"/><author><name>I am Wildwood</name></author><published>2010-03-09T18:28:39Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:28:39Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[My life is similar I would say-<br />To a wave.<br />A just comparison I believe<br />Let me explain what I perceive.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>????</title><category term="Random"/><id>http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/9/940898774374.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/9/940898774374.html"/><author><name>I am Wildwood</name></author><published>2010-03-09T18:05:06Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:05:06Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Everybody's looking for something they can't see</p>
<p>Like staring at the center of the rising sun</p>
<p>Look too long and you will find</p>
<p>A purple spot in the center of your eye</p>]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Me</title><category term="Perspective"/><id>http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/8/me.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/8/me.html"/><author><name>I am Wildwood</name></author><published>2010-03-08T18:24:59Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:24:59Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 90%;">ROCKROCKROCKR &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;HARD PLACE HARD PLACE</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 90%;">ROCKROCKROCKROCK &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; HARD PLACE HARD PLACE</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 90%;">ROCKROCKROCKROCKROC &nbsp; &nbsp;</span><strong><span style="font-size: 90%;">ME</span></strong><span style="font-size: 90%;"> &nbsp; HARD PLACE HARD PLACE</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 90%;">ROCKROCKROCKROCKROC &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;HARD PLACE HARD PLACE</span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>-</title><category term="Perspective"/><category term="life"/><id>http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/8/everyone-has-their-own-life-story-to-tell-mine-well.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/8/everyone-has-their-own-life-story-to-tell-mine-well.html"/><author><name>I am Wildwood</name></author><published>2010-03-08T18:15:48Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:15:48Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Everyone has their own life story to tell.</p>
<p>Mine, well, it is still in the process of being written. There have been some incidents here and there, some excitement but bruises as well.&nbsp;</p>]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Happiness</title><category term="Perspective"/><category term="happiness"/><id>http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/8/happiness.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/8/happiness.html"/><author><name>I am Wildwood</name></author><published>2010-03-08T18:11:12Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:11:12Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I've become convinced I am just not supposed to have a happy life. No matter what it is that makes me happy, it never lasts for more than a week.</p>
<p>Something always happens to either cancel out the happiness that was once made, or whatever it was that made me happy, goes away.</p>]]></summary></entry><entry><title>-</title><category term="Notes"/><category term="relationships"/><id>http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/8/its-funny-ive-spent-so-much-of-the-past-year-of-my-life.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/8/its-funny-ive-spent-so-much-of-the-past-year-of-my-life.html"/><author><name>I am Wildwood</name></author><published>2010-03-08T18:02:58Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:02:58Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[It's funny. I've spent so much of the past year of my life judging people's relationships. Friends who were "obsessed" with their boyfriends and the guy who <em>always </em>goes back to his girlfriend, even though she treated him like dirt. Those were the types I laughed at or tried to talk some sense into.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Strange world</title><category term="The Culture"/><id>http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/3/strange-world.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/3/strange-world.html"/><author><name>I am Wildwood</name></author><published>2010-03-03T18:50:35Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:50:35Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[It is a strange world indeed.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Sequences</title><category term="Random"/><id>http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/3/sequences.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/3/sequences.html"/><author><name>I am Wildwood</name></author><published>2010-03-03T18:26:21Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:26:21Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Mother, brother, sister, father<br />You are the breath in my lungs<br />Running, breathing, crying, living<br />Thinking back to when I was young]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Scribes</title><category term="Random"/><id>http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/3/scribes.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.cellarkids.com/home/2010/3/3/scribes.html"/><author><name>I am Wildwood</name></author><published>2010-03-03T18:14:44Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:14:44Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[An army<br />A war<br />All under trampling feet.<br />Feet you cannot hear<br />Feet you can&rsquo;t perceive<br />For I speak of the future.]]></summary></entry></feed>