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		<title>Gibberish  - latest additions</title>
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		<description>The latest transcribed Gibberish comics, powered by OhNoRobot.com</description>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 14:42:04 -0000</pubDate>
		<ttl>60</ttl><item>
			<title>Just For Me</title>
			<link>http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-for-me.html</link>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 14:52:11 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-for-me.html&#x22;&#x3E;Just For Me&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
[[Broken and all crookedy, a cardinal lies dead on some grass.]]&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Text: I always tell the story with a chuckle, detailing how I had to stuff it through the grill, then pull out the battery to remove the rest; how, every once and again, a feather blew out from the air conditioner, for weeks after; how half of the innards had been squeezed through its tiny butthole, and I always endd with &#x22;That sure cleaned him out.&#x22;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
I always leave out the last part.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
That final step&#x3C;br&#x3E;
where I buried you out back&#x3C;br&#x3E;
under the roses.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
That...&#x3C;br&#x3E;
That one is just for me.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-for-me.html">Just For Me</a><br>
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[[Broken and all crookedy, a cardinal lies dead on some grass.]]<br>
Text: I always tell the story with a chuckle, detailing how I had to stuff it through the grill, then pull out the battery to remove the rest; how, every once and again, a feather blew out from the air conditioner, for weeks after; how half of the innards had been squeezed through its tiny butthole, and I always endd with "That sure cleaned him out."<br>
I always leave out the last part.<br>
That final step<br>
where I buried you out back<br>
under the roses.<br>
That...<br>
That one is just for me.<br>
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			<title>Happy New Year?</title>
			<link>http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html</link>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 15:12:37 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html&#x22;&#x3E;Happy New Year?&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
[[In the bottom right corner, looking his usual menacing self, all teeth and empty sockets and black cloak, Death looms--as always.]]&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Text: The kisses are done.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
The champagne sipped away.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
The resolutions made&#x3C;br&#x3E;
and broken.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Happy New Year.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
{{gibberish, new year, comic, comics, webcomic, death, new year&#x27;s resolutions, impending doom, resolutions}}</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html">Happy New Year?</a><br>
<br>
[[In the bottom right corner, looking his usual menacing self, all teeth and empty sockets and black cloak, Death looms--as always.]]<br>
Text: The kisses are done.<br>
The champagne sipped away.<br>
The resolutions made<br>
and broken.<br>
Happy New Year.<br>
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			<title>Tuff Being a Ninja</title>
			<link>http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuff-being-ninja.html</link>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 17:50:01 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuff-being-ninja.html&#x22;&#x3E;Tuff Being a Ninja&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
[[A disgruntled ninja pops up from the bottom right, looking all crazy pissed off and ready to cut a bitch.]]&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Text: Ever since films like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and House of Flying Daggers, and Hero, And any other film where ninjas flip and fly around like some silent Cirque de Soliel performer on steroids, being a ninja sucked.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
People are always asking about your smoke bombs and flying powers and water walking.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Then they demand that you perform some two-bit circus trick, like cutting peanuts into eights before they ever hit the ground.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Whatever happened to just killing a guy?&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Like a severed jugular and blood spray aren&#x27;t cool enough.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Ingrates.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
{{gibberish, chris smith, ninja, ninjas, spoof, indie, gaming, film, movie, bizarre, dvd}}</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuff-being-ninja.html">Tuff Being a Ninja</a><br>
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[[A disgruntled ninja pops up from the bottom right, looking all crazy pissed off and ready to cut a bitch.]]<br>
Text: Ever since films like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and House of Flying Daggers, and Hero, And any other film where ninjas flip and fly around like some silent Cirque de Soliel performer on steroids, being a ninja sucked.<br>
People are always asking about your smoke bombs and flying powers and water walking.<br>
Then they demand that you perform some two-bit circus trick, like cutting peanuts into eights before they ever hit the ground.<br>
Whatever happened to just killing a guy?<br>
Like a severed jugular and blood spray aren't cool enough.<br>
Ingrates.<br>
{{gibberish, chris smith, ninja, ninjas, spoof, indie, gaming, film, movie, bizarre, dvd}}]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Dragon&#x27;s Fingers</title>
			<link>http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/dragons-fingers.html</link>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 15:06:51 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/dragons-fingers.html&#x22;&#x3E;Dragon&#x27;s Fingers&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
[[In the cool shade of a bamboo forest, a semi-retarded looking ninja with oversized eyes faces off against an ancient dragon that has the tiniest little arms any dragon has ever had--though its fingers are extremely long.]]&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Text: The mighty dragon, Xian Jang, hated fighting.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Not just because of ninjas.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
But because these hands weren&#x27;t made for fighting...&#x3C;br&#x3E;
these were pianist fingers.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
{{gibberish, chris smith, ninja, ninjas, dragon, dragons, bamboo, fighting, fight, indie, funny}}</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/dragons-fingers.html">Dragon's Fingers</a><br>
<br>
[[In the cool shade of a bamboo forest, a semi-retarded looking ninja with oversized eyes faces off against an ancient dragon that has the tiniest little arms any dragon has ever had--though its fingers are extremely long.]]<br>
Text: The mighty dragon, Xian Jang, hated fighting.<br>
Not just because of ninjas.<br>
But because these hands weren't made for fighting...<br>
these were pianist fingers.<br>
{{gibberish, chris smith, ninja, ninjas, dragon, dragons, bamboo, fighting, fight, indie, funny}}]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Voices</title>
			<link>http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/voices.html</link>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 17:19:19 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/voices.html&#x22;&#x3E;Voices&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
[[A &#x22;hip&#x22; dude in a stupid hate stands, contemplating life, the things that go bump in the middle of the afternoon, and possibly dinosaurs. Nearby, a cat, with a ridiculously long tail, licks itself.]]&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Text:Every now and again, Jimmy would&#x27;ve bet cold hard cash that he could hear the voices of the dead.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Inevitably though,&#x3C;br&#x3E;
He came to his senses&#x3C;br&#x3E;
and realized it was just the cat.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Licking its balls.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
{{gibberish, chris smith, cat, voices, spirits, ghosts, cats, odd, bizarre, funny, indie}}</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/voices.html">Voices</a><br>
<br>
[[A "hip" dude in a stupid hate stands, contemplating life, the things that go bump in the middle of the afternoon, and possibly dinosaurs. Nearby, a cat, with a ridiculously long tail, licks itself.]]<br>
Text:Every now and again, Jimmy would've bet cold hard cash that he could hear the voices of the dead.<br>
Inevitably though,<br>
He came to his senses<br>
and realized it was just the cat.<br>
Licking its balls.<br>
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			<title>Terrible Truth</title>
			<link>http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/terrible-truth_08.html</link>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 15:37:24 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/terrible-truth_08.html&#x22;&#x3E;Terrible Truth&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
[[A pissed off and bizarre looking Tyrannosaurus Rex, T-Rex, stands on the left side of the panel, waving his arms and roaring, mouth full of crooked teeth, like there is no tomorrow.]]&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Text: Some people wonder at the pure fury of a Tyrannosaurus rex.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
They don&#x27;t understand why a single creature can be so mean, so ferocious.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
But with arms like this...&#x3C;br&#x3E;
It&#x27;s no wonder they wanted to kill everything in sight.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
I would, too.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
{{gibberish, Chris Smith, bizarre, odd, dinosaurs, dinosaur, tyrannosaurus rex, t-rex, angry, pissed, indie}}</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/terrible-truth_08.html">Terrible Truth</a><br>
<br>
[[A pissed off and bizarre looking Tyrannosaurus Rex, T-Rex, stands on the left side of the panel, waving his arms and roaring, mouth full of crooked teeth, like there is no tomorrow.]]<br>
Text: Some people wonder at the pure fury of a Tyrannosaurus rex.<br>
They don't understand why a single creature can be so mean, so ferocious.<br>
But with arms like this...<br>
It's no wonder they wanted to kill everything in sight.<br>
I would, too.<br>
{{gibberish, Chris Smith, bizarre, odd, dinosaurs, dinosaur, tyrannosaurus rex, t-rex, angry, pissed, indie}}]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Penguin&#x27;s Wish</title>
			<link>http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/penguins-wish_10.html</link>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 15:00:12 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/penguins-wish_10.html&#x22;&#x3E;Penguin&#x27;s Wish&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
[[A penguin stands on the right side of the panel, staring into space, the blank expression of someone so depressed and dazed that they&#x27;ve ceased to acknowledge their surroundings. This penguin is scarred, man, scarred. Behind him is a quick attempt at a polar landscape.]]&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Text: The best part about being a penguin is all the time you have to think, about life, about the sound your lover makes, about the way you haven&#x27;t felt your feet in 92 days.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Then you remember the dangers, the polar bears and gulls that eat your babies. And the blizzards, don&#x27;t for get the blizzards.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
And you wish,&#x3C;br&#x3E;
not for the first time,&#x3C;br&#x3E;
that God would&#x27;ve given you&#x3C;br&#x3E;
unbroken wings.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
{{Chris Smith, gibberish, odd, bizarre, penguin, God, polar, north pole, indie, funny, wanting, desire}}</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/penguins-wish_10.html">Penguin's Wish</a><br>
<br>
[[A penguin stands on the right side of the panel, staring into space, the blank expression of someone so depressed and dazed that they've ceased to acknowledge their surroundings. This penguin is scarred, man, scarred. Behind him is a quick attempt at a polar landscape.]]<br>
Text: The best part about being a penguin is all the time you have to think, about life, about the sound your lover makes, about the way you haven't felt your feet in 92 days.<br>
Then you remember the dangers, the polar bears and gulls that eat your babies. And the blizzards, don't for get the blizzards.<br>
And you wish,<br>
not for the first time,<br>
that God would've given you<br>
unbroken wings.<br>
{{Chris Smith, gibberish, odd, bizarre, penguin, God, polar, north pole, indie, funny, wanting, desire}}]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Ocean of Love</title>
			<link>http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/ocean-of-love.html</link>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 16:38:51 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/ocean-of-love.html&#x22;&#x3E;Ocean of Love&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
[[Deep in the ocean, the ocean of love if the title is to be believed, a tiny sea turtle, baby you might say, stares into the eyes of some alien gray thing, looking like some offspring of a seahorse and a dolphin with some E.T. thrown in for good measure. There are bubbles and colors.]]&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Text: There will always be another fish in the sea.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
but what happens when you&#x27;re stuck&#x3C;br&#x3E;
with a turtle&#x3C;br&#x3E;
or worse&#x3C;br&#x3E;
something unrecognizable?&#x3C;br&#x3E;
I suggest a sea food salad.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
{{chris smith, gibberish, ocean, sea, turtle, dolphin, alien, seahorse, seafood, odd, bizarre}}</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/ocean-of-love.html">Ocean of Love</a><br>
<br>
[[Deep in the ocean, the ocean of love if the title is to be believed, a tiny sea turtle, baby you might say, stares into the eyes of some alien gray thing, looking like some offspring of a seahorse and a dolphin with some E.T. thrown in for good measure. There are bubbles and colors.]]<br>
Text: There will always be another fish in the sea.<br>
but what happens when you're stuck<br>
with a turtle<br>
or worse<br>
something unrecognizable?<br>
I suggest a sea food salad.<br>
<br>
{{chris smith, gibberish, ocean, sea, turtle, dolphin, alien, seahorse, seafood, odd, bizarre}}]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Not Going Alone</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 14:40:18 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-going-alone.html&#x22;&#x3E;Not Going Alone&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
[[A guy glares from the bottom right of the panel, looking to the side as if he is plotting the world&#x27;s destruction. Behind him, in a kitchen of increasingly blurry proportions, stands a woman, cooking something on the stove.]]&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Text: If I were a turkey...&#x3C;br&#x3E;
I&#x27;d down a bottle of cyanide before they chopped me.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x27;Cuz if I go down...&#x3C;br&#x3E;
I&#x27;m taking you with me.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
{{thanksgiving, relationship, couple, gibberish, doom, plotting, turkey, kitchen, death, black, chris smith}}</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-going-alone.html">Not Going Alone</a><br>
<br>
[[A guy glares from the bottom right of the panel, looking to the side as if he is plotting the world's destruction. Behind him, in a kitchen of increasingly blurry proportions, stands a woman, cooking something on the stove.]]<br>
Text: If I were a turkey...<br>
I'd down a bottle of cyanide before they chopped me.<br>
'Cuz if I go down...<br>
I'm taking you with me.<br>
<br>
{{thanksgiving, relationship, couple, gibberish, doom, plotting, turkey, kitchen, death, black, chris smith}}]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Believe Me</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 20:27:27 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/believe-me.html&#x22;&#x3E;Believe Me&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
[[A long haired beauty stands in the center of the panel, wearing a bear suit, and holding the mask/bear head in her arm. She stares off panel as if she knows the secrets of the universe but you are too unimportant to talk with about such things. In the background, there is a small cave and a bear standing outside that has an arrow pointing at him. Above the arrow, it says, &#x22;Kevin.&#x22;]]&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Text: You didn&#x27;t believe me when I said I was leaving.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
But by the look in your eyes, as Kevin shoved you into his maw...&#x3C;br&#x3E;
I&#x27;m pretty sure you changed your mind.&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
{{gibberish, bear, bears, odd, bizarre, relationships, love, cave, weird, indie}}</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.click-trackheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/believe-me.html">Believe Me</a><br>
<br>
[[A long haired beauty stands in the center of the panel, wearing a bear suit, and holding the mask/bear head in her arm. She stares off panel as if she knows the secrets of the universe but you are too unimportant to talk with about such things. In the background, there is a small cave and a bear standing outside that has an arrow pointing at him. Above the arrow, it says, "Kevin."]]<br>
Text: You didn't believe me when I said I was leaving.<br>
But by the look in your eyes, as Kevin shoved you into his maw...<br>
I'm pretty sure you changed your mind.<br>
<br>
{{gibberish, bear, bears, odd, bizarre, relationships, love, cave, weird, indie}}]]></content:encoded>
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