<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>cre.ations.net</title>
		<link>http://cre.ations.net/</link>
		<description>
A haven for creators and makers, cre.ations.net is the place to quickly publish anything you've created.  Free and easy!
		</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2006, cre.ations.net</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 16:01:51 -0500</lastBuildDate>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 16:01:51 -0500</pubDate>
		<generator>custom</generator>
		<docs>http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss</docs>

		<item>
			<title><![CDATA[Censure Censor Senser Sensers: My Two Cents]]></title>
			<content type='text/html' mode='escaped' xml:lang='en-US'><![CDATA[
<div style='text-align: center;'><a href=''><img src='http://cre.ations.net/image/view/160/254' /></a></div><i>Created by <a href='http://cre.ations.net/creator/zagrophyte'>zagrophyte</a> 2 years ago</i>: &quot;
Cen was a Censor Sensor Senser--that is, he sensed sensors that sensed Censors. The central powers shelled out shillings for Cen, who sensed the sensors and disassembled them silently. The townspeople were incensed at this senseless abuse of privacy, for surely everyone should be able to sense censors, it's constitutional!

&quot;Censure Cen!&quot; cited the citizens.
&quot;Save me!&quot; Cen screamed.
&quot;Save yourself, sir!&quot; spoke a surly citizen.
&quot;Perhaps I'll shoot myself,&quot; Cen sighed, &quot;the life of a Censor Sensor Senser is a sad life, indeed. At least the central government gives me satchels of shillings.&quot;

A stone slammed into Cen's chest.

&quot;Say, that smarts! Stop this incessant harassment!&quot; Cen hissed.
&quot;We shall not stop, unless you signal your surrender! Censure Cen!&quot;
&quot;Censure Cen!&quot; The citizens shouted in unison.
&quot;I shall not surrender, my specialty sustains my starving household! I support seven children!&quot; Cen protested.
&quot;Save us your speech, you slime! We share no sympathy for...&quot;<p><a href='http://cre.ations.net/creation/censure-censor-senser-sensers-my-two-cents'>Read the rest of this post</a></p>
			]]></content>
			<description><![CDATA[
			 <div style='text-align: center;'><a href=''><img src='http://cre.ations.net/image/view/160/254' /></a></div><i>Created by <a href='http://cre.ations.net/creator/zagrophyte'>zagrophyte</a> 2 years ago</i>: &quot;
Cen was a Censor Sensor Senser--that is, he sensed sensors that sensed Censors. The central powers shelled out shillings for Cen, who sensed the sensors and disassembled them silently. The townspeople were incensed at this senseless abuse of privacy, for surely everyone should be able to sense censors, it's constitutional!

&quot;Censure Cen!&quot; cited the citizens.
&quot;Save me!&quot; Cen screamed.
&quot;Save yourself, sir!&quot; spoke a surly citizen.
&quot;Perhaps I'll shoot myself,&quot; Cen sighed, &quot;the life of a Censor Sensor Senser is a sad life, indeed. At least the central government gives me satchels of shillings.&quot;

A stone slammed into Cen's chest.

&quot;Say, that smarts! Stop this incessant harassment!&quot; Cen hissed.
&quot;We shall not stop, unless you signal your surrender! Censure Cen!&quot;
&quot;Censure Cen!&quot; The citizens shouted in unison.
&quot;I shall not surrender, my specialty sustains my starving household! I support seven children!&quot; Cen protested.
&quot;Save us your speech, you slime! We share no sympathy for...&quot;<p><a href='http://cre.ations.net/creation/censure-censor-senser-sensers-my-two-cents'>Read the rest of this post</a></p>
			]]></description>
			<link>http://cre.ations.net/creation/censure-censor-senser-sensers-my-two-cents</link>
			<guid>http://cre.ations.net/creation/censure-censor-senser-sensers-my-two-cents</guid>
			<category>Literature</category>
			<pubDate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 16:01:31 -0500</pubDate>
		</item>	</channel>
</rss>