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	<title>Comments for Dream Algebra</title>
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	<description>The Symbolic Source Codes of Tim Boucher</description>
	<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 00:05:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Comment on Warm black wings by Sun Moon And Earth &#187; Venus Crossing The Sun</title>
		<link>http://www.timboucher.com/art/2006/05/03/warm-black-wings/#comment-1946</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 22:45:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>[...] Whenever you’re ready, she whispered. You know where to find me. I took off my coat and sat down. She smiled across the table. So tell me about your new life. It’s nothing without you. My arms reach across the table on their own, cupping her hands in mine. Come back with me. I have a place for you, for us. I built it out of logs and rocks and mud and smoke. Fish swim around it joyfully. Birds and beasts can take us there. Stop, she said. You’re too much. No, I’m not enough, I said. Words fail me underground waiting for you. I’m digging my way out, back to you. The ice is gone. The sun is out. I can care for you. I can hold you all day and all night. Will you take me up on warm black wings? She touched my face. Would you like something to eat? I can make you a sandwich.  Sphere: Related Content [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] Whenever you’re ready, she whispered. You know where to find me. I took off my coat and sat down. She smiled across the table. So tell me about your new life. It’s nothing without you. My arms reach across the table on their own, cupping her hands in mine. Come back with me. I have a place for you, for us. I built it out of logs and rocks and mud and smoke. Fish swim around it joyfully. Birds and beasts can take us there. Stop, she said. You’re too much. No, I’m not enough, I said. Words fail me underground waiting for you. I’m digging my way out, back to you. The ice is gone. The sun is out. I can care for you. I can hold you all day and all night. Will you take me up on warm black wings? She touched my face. Would you like something to eat? I can make you a sandwich.  Sphere: Related Content [&#8230;]
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		<title>Comment on Detritus by chrisp</title>
		<link>http://www.timboucher.com/art/2006/04/30/detritus/#comment-86</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 07:06:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>i miss holyrobot</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i miss holyrobot
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		<title>Comment on Moonbeams &#038; Baby Teeth by Matty</title>
		<link>http://www.timboucher.com/art/2006/04/30/moonbeams-baby-teeth/#comment-20</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2006 15:09:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Wowza. I've been writing for years, and I absolutely love your stuff.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wowza. I&#8217;ve been writing for years, and I absolutely love your stuff.
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		<title>Comment on Go Fly A Kite! by kylark</title>
		<link>http://www.timboucher.com/art/2006/06/04/go-fly-a-kite/#comment-10</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2006 08:51:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I think this picture tells a nice story.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think this picture tells a nice story.
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		<title>Comment on Clovers by jonathan</title>
		<link>http://www.timboucher.com/art/2006/06/04/clovers/#comment-6</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jun 2006 12:28:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>terrible storms of lost bears roar across the sheperd pie. Can you feel their hot breath as it dissapears in the strawberries?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>terrible storms of lost bears roar across the sheperd pie. Can you feel their hot breath as it dissapears in the strawberries?
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		<title>Comment on The Crown of the Queen by kylark</title>
		<link>http://www.timboucher.com/art/2006/05/07/the-crown-of-the-queen/#comment-5</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2006 23:27:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Tim, this is so good.  And so sad.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tim, this is so good.  And so sad.
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		<title>Comment on Knife Guys by Eat Energy! - Dream Algebra</title>
		<link>http://www.timboucher.com/art/2006/05/13/knife-guys/#comment-4</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2006 01:17:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>[...] This is another drawing I made trying to fuse together some stylistic stuff from Medieval illustrations with a more modern comic book feel. (See also the second drawing on this page for another example of that). He&amp;#8217;s wearing a sort of little Medieval tunic or something and a hairstyle that I copied out of some religious sourcebook now forgotten. Drawn by hand, scanned and then colored in Photoshop.    &amp;#171; Previous: Duke Mutant    Read Other Dream Algebra Equations A Private Little WarFeatherhead &amp;#38; FriendsSparks flying off hammersAstronaut StickerCactus [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] This is another drawing I made trying to fuse together some stylistic stuff from Medieval illustrations with a more modern comic book feel. (See also the second drawing on this page for another example of that). He&#8217;s wearing a sort of little Medieval tunic or something and a hairstyle that I copied out of some religious sourcebook now forgotten. Drawn by hand, scanned and then colored in Photoshop.    &laquo; Previous: Duke Mutant    Read Other Dream Algebra Equations A Private Little WarFeatherhead &#38; FriendsSparks flying off hammersAstronaut StickerCactus [&#8230;]
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		<title>Comment on Emblem by INC.</title>
		<link>http://www.timboucher.com/art/2006/04/30/emblem/#comment-2</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 May 2006 18:22:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>15. Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

Chapter 2, Song of Solomon.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>15. Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.</p>
<p>Chapter 2, Song of Solomon.
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