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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2005 22:58:03 PST</pubDate>
                
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                <author>~ClarionIluminada</author>
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                <title>I've come up with something new</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2005 05:16:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Just this morning at about 3 am, I started writing because I'm just too angery about what my life has become to sleep.  Even if I can't seem to get my shit together and what not, I am really excited about this project.  I wrote a whole chapter already, about five pages typed, and only have a rough idea of where the whole thing is going.  It feels like an adventure, like my first novel did when I started it so long ago.<br />
<br />
I don't know what it's called yet, but its about love without being a romance, its about loss without being a tragity.  Yeah, I know that doesn't make any sense.  Mostly what its about is realizing that you're part of something more important than your own petty little problems.  Its about more than dealing with losing things that matter most to you, its about trancending the scars that puts on your soul.<br />
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It makes me feel sorta better and sorta worse when I work on it.  Makes me wonder if I'll come out of working on it feeling right as rain or suicidal.  You just never can tell, you know?  Either way, I hope I see this one through to the end.  It just seems too good not too.  I'll post pieces of it when I think they're good enough to be posted.<br />
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Love may have failed me, but I'm not quite finnished yet.  For good or for ill, I'll find something to set me free from this madness that robs me of sleep and hunger.  I must survive, even if there is no real reason for me to anymore.  Life is sweet after all for most.  If I cannot be a shining example of how your life can go right, maybe I can find some contentment in being a terrible warning of how your life can go wrong... ]]></description>
                <author>~ClarionIluminada</author>
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                <title>Dreams are aweful</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2005 11:17:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I dreampt of her today.  I was in  england and the police were trying to  arrest me before I went to the show she  was at, but I was too smart for them.   At first, I didn't want to sit next to  her when I saw her there, but there  were no other seats left so I did.  She  seemed happy to see me at first,  snuggling up next to me.  I could smell  her again.  I could see her face again.   I thought I'd forgotten these things.<br />
<br />
Then suddenly, she wanted nothing to do  with me and now having given in to my  love of her that had been iced over  these last few months, (like a cancer  victim hoping that with time we might  find a cure...) I quietly pursued her  all over the performance hall till it  ended.  She left.  I begged her at the  door for her to be with me.  She said  no and goodbye again and I awoke.<br />
<br />
I feel like I'm back to square one,  like the dream refreshed everything and  its going to take me another few months  to even get back to where I was  yesterday.  What was the point of all  that? ]]></description>
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                <title>The next book begins</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 May 2005 23:45:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I started work on book two of Angel's  Keep today and it went real well.  I  pumped out about half a chapter's worth  in an hour to an hour and a half.   Really good stuff.  Tobias is  EEEEEEEEEEVIL! :-D Funny that he's one  of the heroes...or is he?  This second  book is definately going to be more  ambiguous (or however you spell that)  than the first.  I have yet to write a  chapter explaining Lynn's story yet,  but I'm kind of dreading it.  I  mean...its going to be so  existentialist.  I'm not sure how I'm  going to write it.  Probably like The  House on the Rock in American  Gods...except ongoing.  Does that make  sense?  No?  Oh well... ]]></description>
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                <title>The Book is Done</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2005 13:30:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ That's it.  Stick a fork in me, I'm  done.  My novel I've been working on  for seven years gets mailed today.  I  can't believe I actually made it all  the way to the finish line.  Now all I  have to worry about is refusal slips  coming in the mail... ]]></description>
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                <title>My Fallen Star</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2005 15:31:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Emotional pain is a troubling thing.   In many ways it is the worst kind of  pain out of them all.  It cuts and  bites.  It burns and freezes, very much  so like a knife ground deeply into your  stomach and, to add insult to injury,  it has the nasty addition of being all  in your head.  You dont even have the  option to pull the knife out and watch  in slowly numbing relief as your wasted  essence spills out all over the floor.   No, emotional pain is something else  entirely.  It is something that can  haunt you worse than any spirit, the  pain itself lingering about you as some  sort of miasma-like cloud long after  the person or event who sparked that  pain in the first place is gone.  <br />
<br />
	Time, it seems, forgets our pain just  as easily as it will one day forget us.   It is our burden alone to carry such  weights.  Why, even seemingly  unconnected events can illicit such a  heart wrenching response from an  individual, given the proper levels of  emotional scarring.  More than once I  have found myself supremely depressed  without any idea why only later to  discover that some old tragedy had been  brushed upon in a series of thoughts  about as related to the subject at hand  as any one person is to Kevin Bacon.<br />
<br />
	So why do we need these emotions?  Do  they serve any important purpose?  I  mean besides the obvious response  within a body to an orgasm or the pride  of having succeeded.  Is there any  reason why mankind should not go the  way of Spock and the Vulcans?  This was  the way I thought two years ago.  I  thought I had it all figured out.  Live  without emotion; uncaring, apathetic  and blissfully free from all that  overly hyped drama.  After all, strong  emotions lead to the dark side.  They  lead to hate and anger and suffering,  so the wise Yoda told me once.  But of  course, just like every time I thought  I had this fucked up world pegged, it  slapped me upside the head with a dozy  that I must admit, aloof as I was I  could not pass up.  Her name was  Katarina, Katie to me.  Also the  so-called, light at the center of my  universe or less verbosely, my star.   <br />
<br />
	Sometimes those in the grips of  powerful emotion, especially when  potential pain is weighing in, one does  things that others would consider  foolhardy, perhaps even suicidal.  I  say with pride that getting involved  with that beautiful, kind,  understanding and brilliant woman was  foolhardy.  I admit openly that it was  suicidal to think that I could make it  work.  And if I had it to do over, I  would do all of it again.  It was, in  all honesty, more pain than it could  ever be joy.  We both suffered in our  own ways and while I am something that  can never be broken after all the times  fate has seen fit to bloody my nose, my  star proved less hardy and guttered and  died, leaving me to contemplate pain  again in quiet, humbled darkness.<br />
<br />
	Will I go on?  Yes, I imagine that I  will.  One always does no matter how  assuredly it seems that this time you  will not get up again.  But I dont  think that I shall be my old self after  this.  As I became after other great  benchmarks of pain and suffering in my  life, I will become something else.   For that is surely the only redeeming  value that emotional pain has:  it is a  chrysalis of sorts.  You enter your  state of despair, broken and seemingly  alone and when you immerge, you feel as  if youve left all of your negative  energies behind with that pain that you  have finally put to rest.<br />
<br />
	Pain dies away, leaving a perfected  self in its wake.  Leaving memories  untainted by what came after them and,  though a longing for things to be as  they were, an acceptance if they never  will.  Love cannot be killed, only  forgotten.  After all I have seen and  done thanks to her, how could I forget?   <br />
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I love you, Katie.  I know youll  understand if I dont stop saying that. ]]></description>
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                <title>Back!...sorta</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2004 13:42:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, I haven't done anything here in  forever.  I don't know if I shall again  or not.  Never really got anything out  of this other than useing it as a place  to organize all my work so...We'll see.   Stuff may show up here or not, but I  just felt like updating all my  journals.<br />
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I have a kitten now for those who know  me.  Yay for the kitten!  His name is  Whisper.  He's half siameese half tabby  I think.  He's the sweetest kitty in  the world too.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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Other than that, still looking for a  job and still trying to finnish my  book.<br />
Later! ]]></description>
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                <title>Reverie</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2004 18:38:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ LoL, I dont know if that's how you  actually spell Reverie or not, but oh  well...I'm in the process of makeing my  life actually mean something right now,  so I've had kind of a perpetual  headache all year...not to say that it  was capable of souring my mood any, but  oh well.  I'm just going to let off the  worlds biggest sigh of relief when I  have a decent job, am living on my own,  my book is published and my  relationship woes smooth out.  Wishful  thinking I guess.  It's always  something...Anyway, I'm thinking about  someone in particular a lot lately,  probably because she keeps emailing me,  hehe.  But regardless, you should go  visit her place :GlassShards:  K,  that's all for now.  Bye!  I love you  all! ]]></description>
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                <title>My Best Friend</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2004 01:07:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ooh, you make me live<br />
Whatever this world can give to me<br />
It's you, you're all I see<br />
Ooh, you make me live now honey<br />
Ooh, you make me live<br />
<br />
Oh, you're the best friend<br />
That I ever had<br />
I've been with you such a long time<br />
You're my sunshine<br />
And I want you to know<br />
That my feelings are true<br />
I really love you<br />
(Ooh) Oh, you're my best friend<br />
<br />
Ooh, you make me live<br />
<br />
Ooh, I've been wandering round<br />
But I still come back to you (still  come back to you)<br />
In rain or shine<br />
You've stood by me girl<br />
I'm happy at home (happy at home)<br />
You're my best friend<br />
<br />
Ooh, you make me live<br />
Whenever this world is cruel to me<br />
I got you, to help me forgive - oo oo  ooh<br />
Ooh, you make me live now honey<br />
Ooh, you make me live<br />
<br />
Oh, you're the first one<br />
When things turn out bad<br />
You know I'll never be lonely<br />
You're my only one<br />
And I love the thing<br />
I really love the things that you do<br />
Oh, you're my best friend<br />
<br />
Oh, ooh, you make me live<br />
<br />
I'm happy (happy at home)<br />
You're my best friend<br />
Oh, oh, you're my best friend<br />
Ooh, you make me live<br />
Oo oo ooh<br />
You, you're my best friend<br />
<br />
I'll buy you a coke if you know who I  think of when singing this song... ]]></description>
                <author>~ClarionIluminada</author>
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                <title>Yay for a new journal entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2004 16:50:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well I was bored today so I went to  this awesome park right near the ocean  with all these twisting trails through  the trees, the wind whistleing through  the leaves.  It was so beautiful...and  then the sunlight would come down ah, I  could just live there.  There was a  rose garden there too...made me think  of Katie.  If she lets me I want to  take her there someday.  My new friend  Rick called today, maybe if he's up for  it we'll hang out and play us some  RPG's...lol, I'm such a looser. ]]></description>
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                <title>Thinking about storytelling</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2004 18:22:02 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've been considering storytelling long  and hard as of late trying to figure  out exactly what it is that makes it  up, how it works, what makes effective  storytelling, ect.  I have come up with  a few ideas that I think work very  well.  The first is that a story is not  so much the designing of an accurate  and entirely perfect picture,  especially when using words to tell  your story because that would be far  too long and boring, but is in fact a  series of insinuations that ultimately  lead your audience to visualising a  picture very close to the one you  origionally imageined.  This might seem  like a little thing to other people,  but was a great revelation for me  because I kept chastiseing myself for  not being detailed enough, though when  I went back to read some of my favorite  authors I found their narritaves to be  as detailed or in some cases less  detailed than my own work.  This was  frustrating for me because it made  perfect sense to use a certain ammount  of detail when reading even my story,  but never seemed enough while writing  it. It took me forever to realize that  the reader is smart enough to get the  general idea of what you're trying to  portray and after a while it's just  beating a dead horse.  I think there  are actually a couple very respected  writers out there who could still use a  lesson in this theory as their books or  movies are very good, but very very  VERY detailed, which suits their vision  perfectly, but in the case of books its  very boring (boredom being the bane of  all stories) and in the case of cinema  it is very expensive when it doesn't  have to be.  Anyway, this is the shit I  spend my time meditating about.  Hope  it throws some light on how I do what I  do... ]]></description>
                <author>~ClarionIluminada</author>
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                <title>More stuff about me</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2004 22:58:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So yeah, its official.  I'm completely  smitten with a new lady friend of mine.   She's crazy cool and I love her to  death.  Totally drives me crazy, but in  a really, really good way...<br />
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In addtion I have a cool link here  leading to more information about  myself if anyone is interested...<a href="http://www.mindistortion.neoburn.net/iwantyoursoul/?i_am=clarion">[link]</a><br />
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I promise to write more angel's keep.   Ok, peace<br />
<br />
Alex ]]></description>
                <author>~ClarionIluminada</author>
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                <title>A New Page</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2004 07:32:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, things are better for me now.   writing is just starting to get back to  normal a little bit and my heart is  starting to beat again now that a  certain someone has made her presence  known in my life.  yay for me!  I'm  working on one of my 48 hour days  again, so its probably taken me twice  as long to write the same message.  The  TV is driving me nuts, but I'm too lazy  to find a remote and shut it the fuck  up.  Anyway, that's my update.  catch  y'all on the flip side...or something. ]]></description>
                <author>~ClarionIluminada</author>
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                <title>My Katarina</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2004 01:43:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Katie called me today to make sure I  was alright.  That's the kind of  sweetness she has, checking up on  someone she's broken up with.  I told  her I was fine, but as we talked I  realized that I'm not fine.  I'm not  because I still love her the same as I  always have.  She's my guaridan angel  and I cannot believe that I could loose  her.  Maybe there isn't anything I can  do, but I have to try.  I want her back  so badly I can't even stand it.  I  don't want to find someone else.  No  one could ever even come close to  replacing her.  She's one of a kind.  A  unicorn.  The pot of gold at the end of  the rainbow, ect.  She's been my best  friend, confidant and truest love for  so long...I just can't imageine life  with anyone else.  God, if you're  listening, this is all i want.  Fuck up  my life other than this one thing, I  dont care.  Just let me keep my Katie... ]]></description>
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                <title>Acting is Hard...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2004 22:14:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, another performance done.  We  made absolutely no money practically,  but what are you gunna do, right?  I am  now very tired from performing for an  hour and a half and very pissed at a  few of my fellow actors for not  remembering the fucking lines.  Jesus,  you'd think they'd be able to do at  least that much.  Anyway, that's why I  haven't posted anything all today.   I'll post tomarrow promise.  Not that I  have more than a handful of people that  care, but...*sigh* ]]></description>
                <author>~ClarionIluminada</author>
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                <title>A new entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2004 23:41:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Jen says i need a new entry, so here we  go...Ummmmmmmm well, heh not sure  entirely what I want to say here.  I  performed my play Fools again today.   It was fun but not profitable in any  way.  Other than that I just hope  everyone love and happiness in your  lifes.  Have a good one everybody! ]]></description>
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                <title>God, I HATE being alone</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2004 17:19:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ugh! I really can't stand this.  I NEED  a girlfriend!  Life is so dull without  the fairer sex around to drive me crazy  and keep my heart racing.  Plus nearly  everything I enjoy doing involves  dating.  Phooy!   So...bored...must...find...woman...gah!   I'm being overly dramatic, but you get  the idea.  I NEED an outlet for my  flirtatiousness!  I'm going to drive  myself insane! ]]></description>
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                <title>Ah! The end to another day...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2004 23:45:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, yet another day has come and gone  and again i've been crazy busy with my  artwork here.  I seem to finnally be  gaining some attention.  Speaking of  attention, someone here on deviantart  certainly caught mine today.  That  would be the lovely CrazyKatieP.  I'd  link ya Katie, but im not so adept with  deviantart.  If you would be so kind as  to visit her, you can find her in the  comments on this page and all over my  favorites. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>My acting career</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2004 17:15:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, since people seem to actaully be  comeing to my page now, I feel the need  to write journals and the like.  Today  I thought Iwould come up with a way to  show off my other mega tallent, which  is stage acting.  See, I got my  school's equivilent of a tony the other  day (well, two actually) and so I  thought I would show you all pictures  of the play I got them for.  <br />
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<a href="http://ttc.atlantismediagroup.com/show.asp?Folder=2004_Fools&imgNbr=113">[link]</a><br />
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This is a shot of me trying to teach my  co-star in Neil Simon's Fools how to  count to two. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":-)" title=":-) (Smile)" /> in that play I played a  teacher come to break a village's curse  of stupidity.  Most definately my  favorite play and character I've ever  done.  If you want to see more there's  a little arrow in the upper right hand  corner of the screen of that page that  will lead you to the gallery of all the  professional photographs that were  taken of my play.  Did I mention my  acting company is the best teenage  acting company in the state and we're  taking Fools to scotland later this  summer? ]]></description>
                <author>~ClarionIluminada</author>
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                <title>A new day, a new outlook</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Jun 2004 23:44:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Nothing like a burst of activity to  make you feel good about yourself.  Today I think I put about 5 new pieces  on DA all at once.  Plus I had fun  playing with my new buddy, poetically  pathetic, making my words dance like  angels on the head of my pen.  Hehe, I  love playing with turn of phrase... ]]></description>
                <author>~ClarionIluminada</author>
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                <title>Really, really pissed</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2004 17:33:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There is nothing in this cold void,  stretching on forever.  Nothing in it  for me.  Just names and faces of people  I will never know, people who will  never come to care about me.  Why the  fuck am I still floating aimlessly  amongst them?  What is the purpose when  all I love is right next door and has  completely abandoned me.  God told me  to love and ye shall be loved.  Well,  did that and I still got fucked, so now  I guess Im lookin for my Deus Ex  Machina, lookin for a little  illumination in the computer screen  when I know all it could possibly give  me is cancer.  I think I have a new  appreciation for zombies now, because I  feel like I died while still alive.   All the joy is gone, but the hate is  still there.  Still burning bright, my  candle of passion.  Its no wonder so  many people fall in their lifetimes.   Love gutters and dies away in a single  moment of inconvenience while all the  shit of every day just makes my desire  to consume you all the more stronger. ]]></description>
                <author>~ClarionIluminada</author>
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