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  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 15:15:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>oh yea.&amp;nbsp; so i got all that off my chest and now i will never speak of it again for as long as i live.&amp;nbsp; hopefully noone ever reads this shit anymore anyway.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;it does feel good to just write shit down tho.&lt;br /&gt;writing transforms those crazy fast paced thoughts into peice whole concrete piece of work.&amp;nbsp; it takes that intensity away from the thoughts.&amp;nbsp; the melodramatic moments of a memory are stripped down to simple letters and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do this more often.&amp;nbsp; i think it may help with the day to day bullshit i keep inside.&amp;nbsp; then i can stop being such a fuckin drama queen sometimes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;shit isn&apos;t as bad as people make it out&amp;nbsp; to be.&lt;br /&gt;this school year is going to be about a million fuckin times better.&amp;nbsp; I got this new house and with it new responsibilities.&amp;nbsp; i might even save some fuckin money for once.&amp;nbsp; and i&apos;ll have my endless chemistry classes to keep me busy and away from weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smoked so much fuckin weed last fall/winter its not even funny.&amp;nbsp; the only thing i remember from winter break is the snowboarding trip.&amp;nbsp; and that was only 2 days.&amp;nbsp; winterbreak was a month.&amp;nbsp; the whole time was just a haze.&amp;nbsp; but maybe its for the better since the last half of living in the hellhole should rightfully be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, &lt;br /&gt;when you stare into the eye of a monster&lt;br /&gt;jump ship and dive deep&lt;br /&gt;cause it can swim faster than you &lt;br /&gt;and is just dieing for your taste.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 14:58:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>dont say it will stay this way forever.&lt;br /&gt;there isn&apos;t much that i wake up in the morning for anymore other than to see her face.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;there are also those few great friends that i have.&amp;nbsp; they keep it real. and know who they are. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m so sick of motherfuckin bullshit.&amp;nbsp; its understandable that people can do stupid things sometimes. like &quot;talk shit&quot;&amp;nbsp; or go out with a dumb bitch for way to long.&amp;nbsp; but there should have never been grudges or hard feelings from any of it.&amp;nbsp; we&apos;re grown men now and its the fuckin bullshit high school mentality that keeps this drama going.&amp;nbsp; since when does a few stupid actions cancel out all the other great times.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;it doesnt make sense to me why a person that used to be a best friend to me and to many others could just fall off the face of the fuckin earth. well as for the day to day, i&apos;ve lost nothing.&amp;nbsp; i am who i am and have a ton of great people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel bad for him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats my 2 cents. &lt;br /&gt;peace and love bro.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2006 19:32:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i feel empty and alone.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just don&apos;t know what to do anymore..and it seems thats when i end up on here.  i don&apos;t want to be a fucking manic depressive even though it sounds like that.  its just when my friends all leave for college again i feel like i lost everything all over again.  i can feel my friends that haven&apos;t left slowly slipping away too.  i guess i need to put somethings in the past and realize life won&apos;t be the same.  i just don&apos;t know what the future is going to hold.  it scares me becuase i don&apos;t want to be alone.  and when i&apos;m sitting in my room all day with noone to talk to, no car, and no one calling... i feel, for lack of a better word, alone.  at least i have her.  i don&apos;t know what i would do if she was gone.  i think that scares me too.  god damn i&apos;m a bitch.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note...i got paid yesterday.  and got cool new shoes and a hoodie.  &lt;br /&gt;i need some weed!  yup,  now i only need a way to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess that gives me something to fuckin do.  &lt;br /&gt;i need school. i keeps me busy and sane.  &lt;br /&gt;i can&apos;t believe i fuckin said that but yea...i do&lt;br /&gt;too much fuckin tony hawk will drive anyone crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;ah fuck it</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2005 05:00:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so again, this will be my first entry in a while.&lt;br /&gt;i only update this thing once in a blue moon anymore.  i think its becuase life has been very good up until tonight.  i usually find myself bitching on this thing so fuck here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t understand my own head sometimes.  i confuse myself when i get mad at HER.  of all fuckin people to take out my fruastrations on. maybe i should talk to the shrink.  i don&apos;t like him though.  psychologist = bad.  theres a mother fuckin equation for you.  &lt;br /&gt;homecoming is on saturday and i&apos;m actually excited... we need photo id...i guess i should go up tomorrow and try and get that fixed.  &lt;br /&gt;costume parties and my boo. thats what i&apos;m talkin about.yizzle.&lt;br /&gt;mike,pat,travis,mike,kate homecomeing is good.&lt;br /&gt;so to end this all, i just want to say that i really hope she knows that i&apos;m sorry.  and that i&apos;m going to figure all this  shit out rite quick.  &lt;br /&gt;xletsjustsay we are slowingdownx:)</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2005 23:39:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so today my dad came down to visit.  &lt;br /&gt;lets just say it wasnt one of the happiest days...&lt;br /&gt;everything was going great when he first got here.  i pulled up to the house and he was actually inside talking to my mom.  very unusual....she even came with us to outback.  and then, while checking his fucking voicemail on speaker phone, theres a fucking message from HER.  yeaa..awkward, and completly fucked up any amount of &quot;good&quot; taking place. &lt;br /&gt;boston bitchs can burn.&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m brokeXx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 18th to t-fucker!  yizzle</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 12:24:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>so this is my first entry since like march i guess.  &lt;br /&gt;can&apos;t say i&apos;m to dissapointed.  i was never really to fond on this thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but i should recap my life for all yall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a sick summer.&lt;br /&gt;went to college.&lt;br /&gt;hated it so i&apos;m coming back today.&lt;br /&gt;wor-wic is the light at the end of my tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;thats sad...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be home.  back with sarah. back with my friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;frostburg is not for me. &lt;br /&gt;its funny how places change from how you remember them.&lt;br /&gt;and they become soo strange and foriegn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way i wasn&apos;t happy up here and to me what the fuck is the point in doing something that doesn&apos;t make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;you only live once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;and i&apos;m never leaving you again.&lt;br /&gt;iloveyousmm&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2005 14:58:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sweet action</title>
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  <description>&lt;table cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
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&lt;td style=&quot;font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: March 6&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style=&quot;font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday on the 6th of the month adds a tone of responsibility, helpfulness, and understanding to your natural inclinations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those born on the sixth are more apt to be open and honest with everyone, and more caring about family and friends, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a number associated with responsibility and caring - this birthday lends a degree of concern for others.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#0000CC&quot; size=&quot;+6&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  B+  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re a pro at going with the flow&lt;br /&gt;You love to kick back and take in everything life has to offer&lt;br /&gt;A total joy to be around, people crave your stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you&apos;re totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.&lt;br /&gt;Get into a project you love, and you won&apos;t stop until it&apos;s done&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re passionate - just selective about your passions&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/typeaquiz/&quot;&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/&quot;&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2005 15:04:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>life is different.&lt;br /&gt;ithinkilikeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vh1 is funny sometimes. and they play more music.&lt;br /&gt;i think i like that too&lt;br /&gt;id have to say that i&apos;m not in that  bad of a mood today.  its a nice change.  last nght was amazing.  it was definitly what i needed.  i hope that every one of my friends know how much they mean to me. and i hope SHE does too. &lt;br /&gt;loVe&apos;&lt;br /&gt;brett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more pictures..i have to get a memory card for my camera.  i&apos;ve decided i&apos;m going to take tons of pictures of this summer&lt;br /&gt;i want to remember this time.  i need this summer to be good.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2005 12:05:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>There is a place where the sidewalk ends&lt;br /&gt;And before the street begins,&lt;br /&gt;And there the grass glows soft and white,&lt;br /&gt;And there the sun burns crimson bright,&lt;br /&gt;And there the moon-bird rests from his flight&lt;br /&gt;To cool in the peppermint wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black &lt;br /&gt;And the dark street winds and bends.&lt;br /&gt;Past the pits where the asphalt flowers frow&lt;br /&gt;We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,&lt;br /&gt;And watch where the chalk-white arrows go&lt;br /&gt;To the place where the sidewalk ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we&apos;ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,&lt;br /&gt;And we&apos;ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,&lt;br /&gt;For the children, they mark, and the children they know&lt;br /&gt;The place where the sidewlak ends.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2005 03:07:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>May 3, 2005</title>
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  <description>&lt;h1&gt;R.I.P&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;i&gt;Justin L. Donaway&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;I pick up the telephone and hear a voice.  &quot;Whats up Man&quot;,  I know this is Donaway.  Anyone that knew him knows that.  It is the little things like that, that will be missed.  I will never again wake up early on a saturday morning to Justin calling me to hang out.  I will never again ride by his house, him get in my car, and us go to a party.  I will never get to watch him organize my glove compartment, becuase he thinks its &quot;to messy&quot;.  We will never spend another entire summer together doing nothing more than playing drums, guitar, and going to the beach.  I just hope that where ever he is now, it is a place so much better than this world.  He deserves it.  You will always stay in the hearts of everyone who has ever met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;we will miss you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&amp;lt;3x&lt;/h5&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 11:59:47 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;greenday.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h8&gt;&lt;i&gt;sarah.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/h8&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;peircing.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sarah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;310/16/04&amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2005 13:38:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;.ilikeyourbows.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;ilikeyourcapstoox&amp;lt;/5&amp;gt;&lt;h4&gt;x.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 16:36:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>this is me &lt;br /&gt;you are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am more bored than i have ever been &lt;br /&gt;please someone call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait...&lt;br /&gt;someis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou. god.</description>
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  <lj:music>autobiography of a nation</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2005 16:44:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;Oh it&apos;s opening time&lt;br /&gt;Down on Fascination Street&lt;br /&gt;So let&apos;s cut the conversation&lt;br /&gt;And get out for a bit&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel it all fading and paling&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;m begging&lt;br /&gt;To drag you down with me&lt;br /&gt;To kick the last nail in&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! I like you in that&lt;br /&gt;Like I like you to scream&lt;br /&gt;But if you open your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Then I can&apos;t be responsible&lt;br /&gt;For quite what goes in&lt;br /&gt;Or to care what comes out&lt;br /&gt;So just pull on your hair&lt;br /&gt;Just pull on your pout&lt;br /&gt;And let&apos;s move to the beat&lt;br /&gt;Like we know that it&apos;s over&lt;br /&gt;If you slip going under&lt;br /&gt;Slip over my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;So just pull on your face&lt;br /&gt;Just pull on your feet&lt;br /&gt;And let&apos;s hit opening time&lt;br /&gt;Down on Fascination Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pull on your hair&lt;br /&gt;Pull on your pout&lt;br /&gt;Cut the conversation&lt;br /&gt;Just open your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Pull on your face&lt;br /&gt;Pull on your feet&lt;br /&gt;And let&apos;s hit opening time&lt;br /&gt;Down on Fascination Street&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;xlovein&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h6&gt;italics&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h3&gt;leaves&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h4&gt;youwanting&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h1&gt;more.&lt;/h1&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2005 01:52:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i woke up this morning and knew things were different.&lt;br /&gt;.imdyinginside.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2005 16:04:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>nobody tells their friend to..</title>
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  <description>hello. &lt;br /&gt;i am the man inside your head.&lt;br /&gt;whispering. &lt;br /&gt;call me back.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3smm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ring&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2005 21:05:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>people used to call me thatxit was so grossx</title>
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  <description>so my life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brownshoes.&lt;br /&gt;pinkflowers.&lt;br /&gt;bluesweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3love&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2005 03:58:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;i&gt;Every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make&lt;br /&gt;Every bond you break&lt;br /&gt;Every step you take&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;Every word you say&lt;br /&gt;Every game you play&lt;br /&gt;Every night you stay&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh can&apos;t you see&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;How my poor heart aches with every step you take&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2005 04:32:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HAHAHAHA</title>
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  <description>Take the quiz: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=8977&quot;&gt;&quot;Are you a Freak? ((pics))&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.zenhex.com/quiz/8977/res1.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Huge Freak!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You love sex! You might be a virgin, but you might not be! You think about sex all the time and always imagine having sex...(even if you don&apos;t act on it) You like kinky freaky stuff and love experimenting with new things! rarrr get em tiger!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2005 04:07:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>we are perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=2253&quot;&gt;&quot;What Kinda Kiss R U?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.zenhex.com/quiz/2253/res5.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romantic Kiss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lying in bed after making love and just doing whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.iloveyou.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2005 04:01:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Endings</title>
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  <description>“Honestly darling, I will never forget&quot;, he muttered walking out the door. &lt;br /&gt;Truly, a spoken sentiment of a broken soul.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To death do us part he spoke that vein October morning, &lt;br /&gt;with sandcastle tragedies  bigger than life.&lt;br /&gt;but love is never to late to catch on the evening news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then with every story ending as quickly as it started, &lt;br /&gt;you’ll know where to find me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the hill, where the children play with smiles on their faces, &lt;br /&gt;and starlight making  even the moon look pale.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How is this beauty real?” he cried into those bloody hands.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess  that’s life for ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10/16/04&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Circa Survive-juturna</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2005 19:31:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I am...</title>
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  <lj:music>Valor - Crimson Mantle Piece</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2005 18:28:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the longest 14 minutes of my life...</title>
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  <description>physics is gay...he has told everyone to take a test to see how good or bad you do on it. &lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;finals are going to be bad either way, theres no reason to start trying now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a weird mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a flippin 12 gauge what do you think?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2005 07:33:44 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>tonight has ended.&lt;br /&gt;...andimstillmissingher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to know whats going on in some people&apos;s heads.  its all i can think about right now.  i don&apos;t understand how anyone could just throw away people that are close to them like they were nothing.  its seems to be the theme of my life lately. first my own father gives up on his son, and now it seems that a bestfriend of mine doesn&apos;t need me anymore.  its sad.  and they wonder why i smoke.  why i &quot;act differently&quot;...it pretty much just comes down to the fact that i have always treasured friends and family over everthing else and when i start losing that what is left.  i&apos;m just soo grateful for the amazing people i have in my life now.  i guess the people i thought would always stick by me might not.  i guess i can&apos;t dwell on it.  i mean you can&apos;t win um all.  i just wish i could tell them sorry for whatever it is i did.  i want to just tell them that i will always be there friend even if they don&apos;t want to be mine.  and thats that. i move on.  focus on keeping the people i still have in my life right where they belong.  &lt;br /&gt;thankyou.sorry.andeverythinginbetween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3brett</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2005 03:34:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>just for the record....</title>
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  <description>lara is the bitch, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and tims a bitch too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how am i gonna bring down the machine with bitchs like this....&lt;br /&gt;gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3</description>
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