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                <title>Drinking Down My Drive</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 17:05:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel it on my skin, the filth of participating in emotion, like a fine film covering every inch me. My being is wobbly and profoundly straying off the walkway. I watch my feet, calculating every step like a drunk on a balance beam. which states, obviously, that all my striving for the straight away is to no avail. For even I,the posterchild of non-being, will stray to the realm of thought and realization, and there my foot will catch. There I will look myself in the opposite eyes to find once again that I know full well what I'm doing. Disoriented, I veer into the street, where the guilt and sadness, the anger and regret, the confusions of life, drive at me wave after wave forming a tunnel in my sub conscience, where the tracks of their tread will linger ever after. the divots left hold a divine message. will I travel these paths within myself, analyzing the signs, taking time to take it in, driving at this road till I find the offshoot that leads me to healing and health, or will I flee down the path leading back to balancing acts. the path I know all to well, where the ruts I've dug up, deep, dark and familiar will drench me and drown me. deceived by my own devices I can only pray I am ready to grow.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Self Surgery</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 03:04:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have removed an important piece from my heart in order to live again. But there is no pain killer strong enough to fight off this crippling misery. I will forever love her, and undoubtedly forever miss the love we had. I'm so sorry. Please, never forgive me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>institutionalize this!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 15:09:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well....I went back to jail. damnit. oh well, I'm out now. after 67 days. and I thought 17 days of green koolaid was bad. Its really hard to maintain a deviantart when you go to jail every few months. I might be going back as well. I've got brand new charges from before I went to jail that I still havent been sentanced for. HOORAY! I'm not really worried though. Maybe I'll manage to post somethin before then. but who knows!? my artistic inspiration comes and goes more than syphillus in a whore! errr... thats all.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>A little me and a big conspiracy</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 27 Oct 2007 14:59:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Tonight, tonight! The sky will light and all will run in fright! for I am posting new art! ok so maybe that sky light, fright thing was a little exaggerrated. but still, Its been a long time, and this time I swear its not a tease. not at all Like being handed a winning raffle ticket with a gun to your head. I swear it! ON ANOTHER NOTE...<br />
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I have a job. fucking finally. I work about two to three hours a day and make anywhere from $215 to $250 a week. all I have to do is go house to house and throw a rolled parchment whose surface is crowded with useless babble designed to distract the weak minded American populus from the true horrors of our corrupt and meaningless government's daily doings. Thats right, I deliver the newspaper. I thought the news was supposed to be about important things. especially the front page. but not once have I seen an article about the war we are in. If I were deaf and had no tv Im not sure I would even know there was a war. Not that its even a legitamate war. Consider...<br />
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America, the nation whose economy is supported by an imperialistic method of loaning out our money to third world countries with obscene interest, rather than running a legitamate import export market claims to have the right to wage a war on terror. because ooo, ahhh, terror is evil! this is true but I still see some problems Mr. riteous America. A. Sucking the resources out of the poor and desperate for your own gain is evil B. setting up puppet governments that spread your corrupt ideals is evil C.you attact Sadam Huisain for genocide, by bringing even more to the land and last of all, for now, D. Your fighting a war on terror...Does anybody see a problem with this statement? Cause I sure do. Terror/Terrorism is an ideal. and is thus intangible. You can't fight something intangible, and its furthermore impossible to stomp out an ideal. because even if you kill everyone who holds that ideal as of now, by the next generation it will resurface. Its a part of the human psyche! Also, Terror, being intangible and an Ideal is entirely open to personal interpretation. So now that this war on nothing has begun, anything our glorious and honorable commander and cheif labels "TERROR" is a target.<br />
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To wrap it up, I would like to share something scary. I know everyone thinks Bush is dumb. but he is not. he is a genius. First, upon the decimation of the trade towers (which, although there is no solid evidence yet, I beleive to be a hoax) the public banded together out of fear and found strength in us as a nation, and thus, with the help of post attack zeal, the patriot act was passed. now the act itself was not bad, but all the riders on the act were. In essence giving the government nearly complete control. <br />
Then, with the publics eye now turned on the war, and "patriotism"  Bush managed to sneak some more legislation under our noses. In my opinion the two most dangerous of many being, 1. The president has the sole right to declare marshal law and 2. the president can move the national gaurd in and out of any state he pleases. Now our president has the power to become a dictator. He has the right to order an attack on anything or anyone in his country, and has a personal army. Bush: Dumb ass or Mastermind? you decide.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I STILL EXIST!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2007 10:33:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Last night I set off fireworks. today I will do more of that. I am fiuanlly out of jail. I have been for awhile but I've been so busy with tieing up the loose ends and paying the debts I owe that I have not been able to produce more art. But I have the sketch of a painting done, I was working on that sketch on the way to court the day I went to Jail actually. I have also been saving for canvas. so any of you that still care about my art, the best of the best is on the way. Also I will be submitting my art to various galleries in Grand Rapids. Once I get a job I will be creating an independant website, and my madness will be for sale! . Just a heads up ]]></description>
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                <title>polluted luck</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 03:01:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Moodometer reading: Amazified<br />
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Drained of creativity and on a mad derailed train the meloncholy Brian attempts to satisfy reality. A pending felony charge and some retarded jail time. The felony isnt even cool. for it is a false accusation. but still I may have five years in jail! hooooray for the simple minded sheriff department of ottowa county! At least I've been getting inspiration. better get it out before sentancing day. I must have polluted luck.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>objection to recalibration</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 14:50:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I;m back to normal again. still having my ups and downs. but all in all its good. I refused to go to a counselor, to get medicated. to get recalibrated. I can do that myself. it just takes more time for me to do it on my own. just trial and error. but now that I'm all errored out for now I'll begin to produce more emulations of the madness I was told to medicate. I just put reigns on it and focus it creatively mr.doctor man so suckle on my fifth apendage.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>navigation</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 17:01:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ when am I going to find a path that isnt covered in fortune cookies..... Stop guessing whats going to happen dumb ass. stop danceing you...you....I mispelled dancing. but stop it anyway. anyway, I hate the word anyway. so, besides that, I am a little lost in the process lately, everything is really annoying. waking up is annoying me. breathing. eating. existing. and most of all blinking. god damn do I hate blinking. I'm trying to sort out the endless filing cabinet of my mind to do a little clean up. you know, outwith the things in my life that are bad input and more to do with the cheery things that vomit butterflies and pixies dust. but pixie dust is still dust, and dust is still filth and filth is still filthy. so out with that too. but there needds to be some kind of balance is this turn table madhouse. its like my existence is on a turning platform. and all on the walls are posters with advice or ideas or decisions on them. and at the time Im looking at them they all seem completely agreable. but, seeing how the platform is always turning I keep seeing different things, so I keep changing my mind. so thus the filiing process began and it wont stop now. I really need seclusion or a change of atmosphere cause the air around here is like breathing myself. which is never healthybecause theres only so much of me here to breath before I breath myself up and poof Im gone. well Actually I'm in my own blood stream, which is to say trapped inside of myself, which is to say, impossible. so la-di-da.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I hate beeping noises...</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2007 09:23:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I was caught shoplifting yesterday. I am very poor right now and I had no art supplies at my disposal so I decided to purchase some. Which I did. But I also decided to steal some in addition to the ones I bought. You see, I couldnt afford all of what I needed, so i put the rest in me pocket. Those things being: Five water color brushes, a pocket box of water color paints, and a box of water proof pens. The total value of about $60. Then I went through the checkout and on my way out the door BEEP BEEP BEEP. this was my death sentance. Now I get to go to court on February 7. I got to choose that date out of three possible. I picked it cause seven is my lucky number. My logic is so obscure sometimes. Irony is, the pens are what set it off, because there was a trigger in the box and I had, at one point, removed them from the box but then decided it didnt matter and put them back in it and shoved it down me pants. another irony, the fines I am going to have to pay will be at least three times the amount of the stolen goods. Which, mind you, I stole for lack of money. I'm so doomed I could piss my pants and burst into flames. HOORAY!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Theres pain in me belly</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 09:18:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a gut ache and have been rather incapable of producing art lately due to the near exam cramming i have had to partake in. My band, The Heartless Gentleman's Club, is having our first show this coming saturday and I am about to explode from the stress. So wish me luck and if you have a spare moment of meditation, please reserve a period of it to will a muse to decend upon me so I can draw again. I am however writing plenty, so thats what can be expected for the most part over these next two weeks. I'm also curious as to where all of my da friends have gone. It seems that they are depleeting or not on the wed much as of late and it makes me sad. Like you Stalepixel, Where the hell are you? It says you have been on recently, but you are not making madness. What is happening in the world?!!!  No, but seriously, this is weird.O_O. I miss those of you who no longer frequent. I hope you start again.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Dreary day to drudge the lake</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2006 13:45:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Its almost january and there is no snow on the ground. the sky is overcast and its rainy and wet out. I wish the sun would give back my lover. Taken across the country to visit its beams. I hate this time of year when you give and and get so much just to remind you of how hard it is to take your mind off the ones you love and miss. I want the world to fit in a city. I only want 100 people there. The ones I love. There should be know hate, no problems, just our perfect soceity free of war and drugs and medication. There is no need for them. We will all live our 100 year lives and die. And that will be the end. NO legacy, no children, no stress, no work, no problems, no questions. I am so tired of a world so complex. Why cant god just exist? Why did we have to be born in the first place? Why cant we just have been from the beginning?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Beat me up?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2006 15:36:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I doubt they will destroy me as easily as they think. I am underestimated frequently by the brutes of our society. I am feirce. I do not fall. I will always rise again.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>consolodate your debt.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2006 05:55:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I was born in the wrong country. it seems that everywhere else there are just slightly more people who can comprehend the world the way I do. Im sitting right in front of this fucking flag, and I find myself urged to vomit or piss on it. I knoe that we ahve a great economy and great benefits and all that. But how do we gain that? stepping on smaller people? Having wars? We could be just as prosperous without war. You dont have to start a war to get a point across. one can be firm in ones stance on a moral issue without beating up people who disagree. One nation under God? whatever happened to leading by example? I am blessed to live here yes. But its still being blessed to living in a curse.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Happy skin</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Dec 2006 11:52:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I slept for a few minutes last night, and I feel wonderful. I also took a shower. that made my skin happy. I'm really a grunge kid at heart. I fell asleep once with a jar of fudge that I was eating with a spoon. I woke up covered in fudge. There was fudge everywhere. On the pillows, the sheets...the floor. I still havent washed those sheets yet. Hmmm. I better get on that.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Dizzy Heavy Head</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 12 Dec 2006 09:14:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I need sleep more than anything right now. But when ever I lay down or get ready to sleep, I simply stay awake. All day I am tired and looking foreward to that moment when I will lay down my head and surrender to the warm embrace of morpheus. When it comes, I find myself with a hundred things I wish to occupy my time with. I havent really slept in about a week. Only little cat naps. I feel like Im losing my mind. I dont even feel tired anymore. I need a shower.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Table tops and stuffing.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2006 02:59:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This has been a long wakeful madening night. I created a writing. It is a raw piece. But its real. I'm exhousted. so I will sleep now. dreams are different on these nights. O_O<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Fuddle-Duddle</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 Dec 2006 11:52:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have reached a point on a creation I'm in the middle of. I'm afraid to make a move. It has taken me so long to get it to this point. I cant decide if I want to use color pencil or watercolor!!!! Or ink!!!! Or Marker!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK DO I DOOOOO!!!!!!!.....I think I'll do ink and color pencil....*long pause* I JUST HAD AN INSPIRATION!!!!!(I actually did that. in the middle of a school library.)<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Refabrication of stump</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2006 19:16:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm expanding on my piece civil-desensitization. Theres going to be oodles of new details that might not blow your mind but they will damn sure try! Any suggestions for improvement are more than welcome and will be appreciated! If i dont use your suggestion, its because I hate you..... Just kidding fucks! Its because everyone has artistic differences. The funny thing is, you all knew that! Behold me spewing more widely recognized and understood knowledge!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~CrowFace</author>
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                <title>Disease...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Dec 2006 15:04:57 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have a swarm of bacteria attacking my innards...damn it... I want to draw...write...I'm trying, but the constant flow of vomit from my mouth is making it difficult. I just got new pens too. *harf* Gonna go get the mop and bucket now...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Triangular retrospection</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2006 12:28:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The title to this isnt a real word. but it sounds fancy and technical...<br />
So, I find myself with an insane drive to produce. Produce produce produce. Like a factory of creative insanity. Spewing horrible toxic black smoke out of a pipe that is protruding from my skull. But Im too tired to stand. So my body is wired up. Shit. I should draw something to that effect... Here we go!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~CrowFace</author>
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                <title>Ideas</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 30 Nov 2006 13:39:13 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've decided I'm going to focus on some of my more elaborate art styles that seem to be growing in popularity amongst my affiliates. I want to make some posters, and make some money. I'll be posting some of those pieces soon. You'll recognize them when you see them. What with their spewing madness and what not.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~CrowFace</author>
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                <title>Plump artichoke</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2006 05:33:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Soooooo. You ever get the shit end of a persons attempt to be honorable without honesty? Well I have! Its fun! Pinning you with all the blame when their just as guilty. Hooray for being a pariah! the moral of the story is... DONT TRUST FUCK HEADS WITH ANY INFORMATION REGARDING ANYTHING. *grunts* MY SKITTLES ARE HARD!!!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>blood</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 11:17:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I cant describe why it does what it does to me. I cant make it stop. Its everywhere. I hate it. I hate hearts because they pump it. I hate movies because they exploit it. I hate myself because I try to joke about it. I hate things that have it. I hate when it comes out. I hate to see it. I hate to hear about it. I hate to think about it. I want more than anything in the world to kill everyone to escape it, or kill myself to escape it. I would if there were entirely no chance that blood would be spilt while doing so. Also having a backbone would be nice. There is so much I would say and do if it werent for my asenine fear of hurting someones feelings or the consequences of the action. I used to cut myself. I dont anymore. People say they like it. That it makes them numb, gives them controll, helps them deal. Doctors say its nothing more than a negative coping method. Its more. God Damnit, It is more to me. I dont understand why I did it with the effect it had and still has on me. I hate it. I hate blood.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Greetings...shit heads</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 08:11:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My new dwelling, that is still a shell. soooo<br />
Lets start things off on a good note...<br />
Fuck you.<br />
fuck the world.<br />
fuck polotics.<br />
fuck me<br />
fuck religion<br />
fuck love<br />
fuck compassion<br />
fuck pleasure<br />
fuck god.<br />
I am sick of everything in the world.<br />
sorry if this offends you. I promise you'll live. <br />
-its been a strange few days to say the least-<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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