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        <pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 02:56:56 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>Alone...Single....Again....</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 23:21:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Dear DevArtist... people who watch me... people who care... on that list....anyone....  I'm alone again... single... and I am the most alone person right now... 2 years... and it's all gone...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Coyote-sama</author>
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                <title>The first of many....</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 08:18:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ There will be no entitled update time to these little blurbs of insight into my world, nor will there be any requests taken or fulfilled unless I really feel like it, feel free to throw your perspective at my world.  I don't.... won't... can't.... care about what you say enough to think that it would ever be even remotely important in my world.  I think too much as it is... the things that I've done, the things I was unwilling to commit to, the things I lost.<br /><br />And there it is, our first topic... commitment... how can anyone ever be afraid of advancing their life past their parents' front room?  I don't understand it.... I used to be that way, only because I was young, didn't understand life, didn't think that anyone outside of a 15 foot radius of myself mattered to me at any given moment.  I started meeting people, had some incredible relationships and was unable to commit myself, by all means not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't.  I was in school, I didn't have the money... I didn't have this that or the other thing.... and it didn't matter, I could have committed, but I didn't.  Why?  Because I was afraid that things would change.... now of course I could give 2 shits less about change.  12 years ago in my life I found out that I would never be the father of my own child.... infertility is a bitch... and at the tender age of 13, that curse is a blessing, that just means sex without consequence.  And that's the face value that I took it at... I learned that lying was just another form of honesty with instant rewards, and the problem with that is I'm not the only one that bears the weight of my mistakes.... after a while, I learned to ignore it.... not feel anymore.  It's the easy way out of the game without committing suicide.<br /><br />Next topic... Suicide... I can't even believe people think of suicide in this desolate existance we call life.  Amazing things happen every day and for one minute someone thinks, 'I am the ONLY one with problems'  I have news... turn on the FucKing TV.... tragedy all around the world, people dying, people losing all their money, their homes, their families being taken from them, mothers who hate fathers for no reason... can you even for one second imagine what it would be like to know that you have 2 children, a son and a daughter.... and just because the mother says she doesn't like you, you cannot EVER see your children ever again.  How much would that pain you beyond what you are feeling right now?  So don't give me this Emo goth bullshit about how much pain you feel and how jaded you are in life, I am sick and tired of hearing it.  Go blog it....<br /><br />Bloggers... people who dedicate a moment of their life EVERY DAMNED DAY to go and tell the world that doesn't give two damns about how messed up their day was.  How about doing something productive at the end of your day?  Like.... going to a bar... getting messed up... and leave with someone else.... like everyone else in the world?  Aye?  but seriously... Something useful, some of you may say I have no room to talk with a rant like this, how often to I write like this?  Once a week, maybe twice, and good luck finding it anywhere NEAR the internet.<br /><br />Who am I?  I don't care, what I do, is not who I am, I am a low end software junkie for a small company out of Bellevue, WA.  To get to know me... you'd have to know me for a long time, I'm a complex person so I'm told.... I'll be back with more thoughts soon... sit on it.   Peace.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Coyote-sama</author>
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